Mr. Xie Jin backed away as he approached.
Bipolar emotions have been entangled with him for a long time, and there is always an indescribable fear in his heart, as if reaching out to touch warmth will only lead to a broken separation in the end. He has a habit of enclosing himself in a corner and avoiding anyone who might cause him to get involved.
Pei Yuan is good at wearing a gentle mask to live.
He plays the piano calmly and gracefully in front of others, and treats others politely and thoughtfully. Only when he is alone in the abandoned old piano room can he dare to let go of the nameless emotions surging in his heart. He is used to restraining his expectations and does not dare to express his full sincerity to anyone.
During the days when they were in the same class in the second year of high school, they mostly looked at each other from a distance across the classroom, only daring to catch each other's shadows with their peripheral vision.
An incomplete poem, an empty piano room, and a corridor through which the evening breeze flows, slowly entangled two uneasy teenagers together.
Real illness is a thorn that pricks people, and the stability that is out of reach is the freedom that cannot be achieved.
In the end, those unspoken thoughts finally turned into epitaphs engraved in the bottom of my heart.
Concept: thorns and freedom