At the age of 18, under the plane tree, do you have an irreplaceable part buried in your heart?
At 18 years old, walking on a huge campus, will you never forget wearing a white shirt?
At the age of 18, have you ever loved humbly, quietly describing his appearance in your memory on a drawing board? Or have you tried your best to protect someone without asking for anything in return?
At the age of 18, we self-righteously planned love, friendship, and dreams, but it was unable to withstand an ill-intentioned arrangement of fate.
But, so what, after going through all this, we finally meet the best version of ourselves.