That year, the epidemic came. That year, I was a senior in high school.
You ask me what light is. Light has been like her for a long, long time.
Our encounter will always stay in my best years and my worst years. Maybe one day in the future, the youth that has long been buried will be suddenly uprooted and turned into a mess. By then, will all the old emotions buried by identity stretch out a hand and call for help feebly?
We will definitely meet in the future because
A man's faith when he is at the end of his rope is indestructible
The salvation of a person at the end of his life is the most difficult to forget
Concept: The glimmer of light encountered in the darkness is more dazzling than the sun.