In the morning light of early autumn in September, boys and girls met on campus. There was the laughter of running on the Wutong Road, the embarrassment of standing in the corridor, and the warm custard buns quietly placed on the corner of the table. This is a youthful prologue about meeting, fighting and hiding in the morning light, that little bit of youthful heartbeat.
Intention: Hidden in the morning light, that little heart-warming prologue of youth.