In my dim youth, I had a crush on a sunny and handsome boy for six years. I followed his traces in every corner of the campus and learned about him from other people's mouths, but I could never get in touch with him. Maybe in his eyes, I was just a primary school girl with good grades, or maybe, just an unfamiliar friend. Later, I watched him become someone else's boyfriend. I was extremely jealous, but I had no position and no reason, so I left sadly...
Concept: Everyone's youth is unique