''One, two, three, Jiazi! "
When the shutter is pressed, three years of youth are frozen in front of the camera.
She saw the bright smiling face in the sun,
Fresh, beautiful, disgusting, cruel.
Everything is over, finally over, this absurd and desolate everything,
She felt out of place, but she enjoyed it.
She looked up and saw Jiang Ye not far away. She just looked at him without saying anything, turning around and walking away.
The summer cicada is dead, the geese are circling, the sun is shaded, the tree shadows are mottled, her youth is rotten but fresh.
Concept: There are always people looking up at the stars in the quagmire