My original intention was to tell a sensational story, preferably like the very popular youth movies now, in which handsome men and beautiful women fall in love and kill each other affectionately on the time mark with the characteristics of the times, misunderstandings abound, and then they are separated and never forget each other.
However, my efforts to find such an object in my mind ended in failure. That kind of youth probably only belongs to a few people, but the youth that represents secret love belongs to most people, even when they were young because they wanted to eat egg waffles every day and secretly wanted to grow up and marry the egg waffle man selling them at the school gate.
I heard boos from the audience, and my eyes wandered and couldn't find where they should focus. Sometimes they fell on the roommates in the first row, sometimes they fell on the large group of drooped heads in the row behind me, and sometimes they fell on the bright eyes of girls when they looked up at me.