Youth, the season of tears. There is admiration but there is no admiration, there is a feeling like anger and joy. She, who is unruly and cold, has obviously fallen in the depths, but still remains calm, while the quiet and gentle her is still ignorant. ——You turned your eyes and smiled softly, did you want to hold her hand? She was calm and smiling, but she was secretly looking at your face under the shadow of the backlight.