What I miss is the camphor tree at the corner of the playground, the gardenias blooming next to the school shop, the campus with melodious music in the evening, and you who I can't solve like the last question of the college entrance examination math paper. Cheng Dingyi, you probably don't know anything. That girl named Li Chu once liked you very much. My longing is mixed with regret, and I hope unnecessarily that I can be braver and more frank in the years I can't go back.
Concept: Youth is mysterious and beautiful