It tells the story of my encounter with a young man when I was in junior high school. We got to know each other, got to know each other, fell in love, and then separated. The books are piled so high that we cannot see the blackboard or the distant future. We crawled around like maggots in the night, hiding secretly as if we had done something shady. In the end, we couldn't even be friends. A broken mirror cannot be reunited, just like no one will keep a withered rose in their chest, and no one will love the original lover. This is a story that begins with looking at each other endlessly and ends with jealousy.
Intention: Memories