I haven't picked up my pen for a long time. I thought that the days in the dormitory would be a dull rush, and I thought that the busy university life would silently bury my clumsy writing. However, at that moment when fate fell, I was willing to pick up my pen again. I should not say that "young people don't know the taste of sorrow, so they forcefully express sorrow in order to compose new words." I abandoned glitz and hesitation, just to simply narrate the past between us...