Later, when you turned around and smiled at me, I only dared to look at you, and then I quickly lowered my eyes and stared at the messy desktop. At that glance, I knew that I was doomed.
I am drowning in the past, but I hope you have a future.
I hope that you in my memory will be beautiful, and I hope that you will still be as beautiful as I remember you many years later.
I'm sorry, I have no future, and neither do we.
In the afternoon of August, the sun was shining brightly and the clouds were rolling. The young man was wearing a pure white school uniform. The golden sunlight coated him with divine brilliance. He stepped on the broken gold that was scattered all over the ground, slowly carrying the light.
Concept: Bai Yueguang
