Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain. It was the unintentional seat after an ordinary exam, the countless glances in my mind when we asked questions together, the expressionless pass by each other in the corridor but looking back for no reason, the special ability that can be recognized at a glance even from hundreds of meters away, or the last encounter under the tree and never seeing her again... The next time Jacaranda looked back, Nanshan and you were not there.
Intention: grand yet small