Two years, things are different and people are different, 16 and 18, 23 and 25. From high school to college, occasional contact is the motivation for all my studies. Two years that cannot be parallel, how can I catch up so that I can be side by side with you. On the path under the moonlight, I looked like Cinderella in the bloody TV series. You patted me on the forehead and said with a smile that I was leaving. A Britain, a military camp, meeting each other again, the honest secret love in my heart...