Three years, whether it is long or short, is sweet because of knowing, very short because of neglect... She still clearly remembers the way he smiled wantonly in the wind, the fluttering clothes, the light and fluttering look, free and wanton, dreamlike... Three years later, she understood that sometimes There is no need to say these things, just keep them in your heart. Everything has its own natural fate. It seems like it is far away, floating like a wandering light, and suddenly thinking. It is just the youth of 18 years old. The unspoken things stopped abruptly and stayed in the sky. On the blue sky, a few clouds floated slowly, telling her shallow confession...
Intention: A cautious, pure and beautiful youth, a struggling and tenacious future, everything is the most worth remembering