From boyhood to youth, from campus to city, from life and death to reunion, from mutual jealousy and hatred to two-way travel, if time can be measured, then these times need to span ten years.
The lines of fate may intersect, or run parallel, or meet again at a certain point, or separate at a certain section of the road, or continue to heat up, or gradually become cold, or glow, or dim. When the gears of fate turn along the lines, everything will be deduced anew, and you and I are no exception.
But there are always people who try their best to intersect, reunite, heat up, and shine, and there are always people who try to reverse the direction of the gears in the end.
Youth may not be all about excitement, but what is indispensable is the love words hidden deep in the heart that cannot be spoken.
Intention: Friends, don't let your youth be full of regrets!