The year Xia Zhi met Shen Zhiyan, the wind was soft and the summer was long.
They are tablemates, a secret heartbeat, and the most restrained tenderness in each other's youth.
She thought that if she likes someone, as long as she gets closer slowly, there will be results.
It was not until later that I realized that all his silence, alienation, and hesitation in speaking were all a premeditated farewell.
That old notebook hidden under the table,
That letter that took three years to write but was never sent,
It recorded the sincerity that he dared not speak out,
It also hides the fact that he was destined to leave from the beginning.
We were so close to the future,
In the end, there was only one old letter left,
And a whole youth that is too late.
Intention: Those old unsent letters are filled with my unspoken love and farewell.