My classmate in the second year of high school, he drew a circle to cover the cracks on the desk, and she filled in a dot.
In her freshman year, he sent her to the dormitory in Shanghai and then went to Beijing.
At the coffee shop in my junior year, he said "Let's do this for now" and she said "Forget it".
Ten years later, at the class reunion, he came alone, and she brought her fiancé.
He didn't put it down and she moved forward.
The circles on the scratch paper are still there, but the people who drew the circles are no longer in each other's lives.
Concept: Not all sincerity can be exchanged for "together" in the calculator. What some love loses is not lack of love, but the time difference of 2,400 kilometers, their respective growth trajectories, and the "just right" that cannot be reached despite trying their best. But the sea we have seen together, the circles we have drawn, the joy we have shared in the early morning - they will not become fake just because the ending is missed. Regret itself is the most honest shape of youth.