They were a group of people sprinting towards the single-plank bridge of the college entrance examination.
It seems to be for their future,
But where is the future?
They don't know,
Under that sky,
Confused and confused,
All they know is sprinting...
How many years have passed,
Confused, confused, hypocritical, angry, persistent...
Enjoyed the bitter and sweet love,
Encountered many tests in life,
Their experiences are so different,
Their experiences are so similar,
So I understood,
Bustling and bustling, the years are like weaving
They are just on their way...
Intention: