The swimmer who transferred from high school to his second year of high school was sitting diagonally behind me. We were not familiar with each other. But he trains in Lane 4 every evening, and I soak in Lane 1 every day. We swam separately across three waterways, and I thought he didn't notice me at all—until one day, he swam from the bottom of the water and grabbed my wrist.
Concept: In this age where everything is fast and loud, there is someone who spends his entire youth quietly parked in a corner out of your sight, waiting for you to turn around and take a look. He doesn't need you to find out right away, he just needs you to be in the same place. Water does not rush anyone. True patient companionship requires no sound.