The first time we saw the corridor, the sun was just right. He is the math class representative and loves to play basketball; she is the Chinese class representative, gentle and quiet. Three years, hidden in the wrong note, the back seat of a bicycle on a snowy night, and the headphones on the bus. They approached cautiously, but were finally separated by the distance of reality. In KFC the year I graduated, the strawberry sundae was gone and my youth was gone. It turns out that some people are used to remember them.
Concept: Only youth with regrets is complete