I often dream that we are sitting in the classroom, with good friends sitting next to us; in class, the teacher still answers questions by name; after class, the male classmates are running around, laughing loudly; and there is a young man walking slowly under a certain light and shadow, whose face cannot be seen clearly but he knows that he is laughing. When I woke up, I was in a company dormitory, and in front of me was the ceiling outside the mosquito net. This is a story about twins with a secret love and a love that has not filled all the holes, because sometimes the holes that appear in reality cannot be filled. The quarrel cannot be reconciled, and the separated people will never see each other again. There are so many regrets, I hope there is one less.
Intention: Youth long-distance running, make progress every day