This is a story that is destined to be.
The me in the story is me and you.
Those purely passionate, magnificent, and chaotic emotions in my youth have become mediocre under the wash and ironing of time. Now, I can only arrange the lifeless ones carefully and neatly, like precious but lifeless exhibits buried in the glass cover of red velvet under the searchlight - people have always talked about the changes in things and people.
Purpose: To record the war-torn high school while I can still remember it.