It's a pity that the wind stayed in that summer. The hot love had already come to parting before it was spoken. The youth of the teenagers stumbled and stopped there, waiting for the next time they said "long no see".
Song Yu on the stage was dyed bright red, and the eyebrow nail on the left cheek shone with a faint white light.
Off the stage, Sang Yu clenched the cheer stick in his hand, looking at the thousands of fans and him on the stage and thinking: Later on, he still dyed his hair with bright colors, but not just for her.
After leaving the infield, Sang Yu walked outside the Haishi Stadium, the wind blowing across her face with a sense of summer dryness. Looking at the shining stars in the sky, I think of the young man on the stage. Walking through the same path as you have walked, does this count as a reunion? My beloved young man, how are you?
Concept: Unfortunately, it is the unspoken love of youth.
