When the cherry blossom light falls, the temperature of memory is just right. The time of youth is as brisk as a movie without sadness. When the lights are turned on, the appearance in front of us and the old photo under the light seem to be waving to tell us the story of that summer. Ten summer solstice have passed. The girl bit her lip. The corners of her mouth were no longer as slightly raised as before. She shakily put the photo into her diary and whispered silently: I will definitely quit you! Ding ding~~ The clear and melodious ringtone of the mobile phone brought the memory back to reality. Is happiness too light and too heavy? It doesn't itch or hurt due to overuse. The overripe, red and hollow pupils are finally hollowed out and have a beginning but no end. The redness of roses, the dream of being easily hurt. Is that young man with a bright smile in the sun, wearing white canvas shoes, the youth we chase, still there? She never knew that even if she wanted to quit him, she might fall short the moment they met. Just because of the boy's voice in her memory, "Jia Yao, I'm back." On the first day of school, she thought in her mind that he who wanted to quit actually showed up at M University in S City. She was stunned. Was God kidding her? He broke his original life, and no one seemed to be able to look back. No one could imagine the uncontrollable situation. . . .