The sweet-scented osmanthus on the fingertips was crushed and blown away by the wind. The coffee filled with ice cubes was poured on the corner of the bench. The host was still playing the autumn song list in the headphones. It had been ten years. The memory was gradually forgotten like a broken puzzle. Cheng Nian brushed away the broken hair on the temples, wrapped his windbreaker tightly, and walked slowly towards the exit of the park...
Purpose: to record the bravery and recklessness of eighteen years old, and to find the light in life.