During the heavy rain that year when I graduated, I lost the person I cared about most when I was seventeen. It rained every year in the future, and I could never pick up those days of my youth again.
There was no dispute, no misunderstanding, just a natural separation in the crowd of graduates. Over the long years, I have seen countless figures similar to his, walked through countless wet rainy days, and finally failed to find the love that stayed in the midsummer of high school. This is a regret that is hidden deep in my heart and will never be resolved.
Purpose: To tell about the ordinary but profound misses in youth. The joy of youth is ultimately lost to time and distance. The farewell is not grand, but silent and fades away; to explore the old people on campus who cannot let go after adulthood, cherish the present, accept the inevitable regrets in life, and interpret the gentle and restrained BE aesthetics.