In the dim corner, there were familiar desks, familiar figures in the mist, the noisy classroom was filled with the scent of books, and the carbon pen used its remaining warmth to prove the value of its existence on the test paper. I seemed to be drunk and immersed in such a dream, happy, nervous, and fully looking forward to this unexpected reunion.
Intention: The stubbornness of loss and loneliness, and the failure to realize love is the normal state of life.