Cold War

The boy stood by the big window in the living room, turned off the light and looked outside. The street lights are not turned off at the entrance gate, and in the darkness, only the long winding road in front of the dormitory building is looming - a narrow and dim road, which is getting darker and darker towards the end, gradually being swallowed up by the night, and I don't know where it ends. It's like a relationship between two people. It has always appeared as a warm and solid image during the day; but as time passes, night comes, and people's hearts change, it is an uncertain and fragile connection. When it is cut off, and which fork they turn to, they are all looking for proof. In fact, this silent challenge in search of proof was neither clearly issued nor accepted by anyone, but it was laid out quietly, leading to an unknown ending tomorrow. Conception: