Starting from that noisy recess corner in 2017,
I met a young boy who was so quiet that he was out of tune with the world.
I approached clumsily, my heart was secretly moved, I was shameless, and I was also seriously sad.
We have walked through autumn, winter, first snow and dusk together,
There have been careful hugs, there have been unspoken promises,
There were also silent farewells afterwards.
This story is not earth-shattering;
Just a girl, spending her whole youth,
Seriously, really like someone.
Some people say that the story should end,
But I always feel that once some heartbeats start, they will never really end.
The wind is still blowing, the road is still going,
between me and him,
It seems like it's over, but it also seems like it's not really finished yet.
Intention: to record a sincere, clumsy, youthful heartbeat that runs through the entire youth; to write about a relationship that has no standard answer: imperfect, regretful, and tumultuous, but real enough; Expression: Some encounters are not for the ending, but for echoes throughout the years.