What was your youth like?
Are there endless gossips? Do you have endless exercises to write? Is there another person who we met by chance in the corridor but avoided looking at each other?
I have met you countless times in my dreams, but quietly forgotten about you in the morning.
In the end, I finally mustered up the courage to move towards you.
The boy in the dream was no longer blurry, smiled and stretched out his hand to me.
"Hey, let me tell you, I quite like you.
Concept: youth campus
