... Yet there is not much to say. The author fell in love with the teacher and student, and started writing as soon as he could.
Start:
I still remember her appearance.
In the midsummer of fifteen years old, she walked into my dream and never left again.
End:
So this is my youth.
I lost my lover when I was sixteen years old, and I buried my youth with sad songs in the rain.
CP: Xia Tian & Jiang Shili