In the early autumn morning, the balcony felt cool for a long time.
On a rainy evening, my white canvas shoes stepped into the water splashing in the puddle.
There are still 30 seconds until the zebra crossing turns green.
Passing by strangers on the escalator.
On the bus, from the corner of my eye, I saw a boy in school uniform holding a basketball.
How do you open your memory box?
The strange and dusty memory of ten years was broken by an invitation to a funeral. . .
Concept: campus, youth, growth