This is a campus, not a business world, not a vanity fair, but a collision between pure love and immature friendship, rampant and arrogant.
From youthful and ignorant to mature and sharp, their own stories are carved in the interplay of light and shadow. The pain and beauty of love, the anger and fatigue of hate, the brilliance and happiness of dreams, the profundity and truth of life, the waves of laughter and curses, the emptiness and loneliness of the end of prosperity.
Looking back on the passing years, the vows we once made have long since faded away and drifted away in the wind. Those chaotic years, suffocating loneliness, and persistent waiting are just a story that has ended. Even if time overlapped and misplaced, he had missed too much, missed it for too long, and could no longer find the direction to look back to redraw the mottled memories. Love is not endless tolerance and dedication. Once the bottom line is exceeded, determination will only be the last gesture.
This is society, not a campus, not a playground. It is the friction between rules and individuality, what is right and what is wrong, a short scene.
An Ge said that time seems to be the best catalyst. It can make many things change unconsciously, including those things that once thought they would be their lifelong beliefs and pursuits.
After all, time can bury all emotions. In the cold and endless night, there will be no youthful arrogance or despair, and there is no need to force a smile or pretend to be strong. We are no longer young and frivolous, and we don't have so much impulse and enthusiasm. We have to start thinking about the future. There is always a stumbling road between real life and the dreams in the ivory tower. Being willing to endure and persist is the best state now.