The day I met you, the weather was actually not very good. The clouds were dark and the sun was not visible, and the autumn wind was blowing vigorously. I stood by the window, watching you come in surrounded by the crowd, and politely said hello to everyone. It is true that you are very good-looking, but you are a little dazzled when you look at me. "Hello, I'm Shen Youyun." You extended your hand to me and showed a nice smile. "Hello. Wen Fan." When he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was a little dull. The wind blew through the branches, leaving them bare and silent. When I see your look in my eyes, I can't tell whether it's from the past or from the future.
Intention: Those obscure loves that cannot be expressed, emotions that cannot be tolerated by the world, finally died in the dust.