Female teacher and student | Two-way heartbeat
She is the only spring in my long winter.
You are not only my teacher, but also the light in my dark days, the endless worries on my draft paper, and the brightest light in my youth.
The glances in the classroom, the gazes on the podium, and even the sound of solving problems have become footnotes to my heartbeat.
But the boundary between identity and worldliness has destined us to have no ending from the beginning.
I chased the light named you throughout my youth, and in the end I only dared to hide a summer that was brighter than the correct answer in my memo.
You lit up my world with your red pen, but you failed to accompany me to the end of summer.
Intention: Some lights are destined to only be looked up to
