"I looked at the pale sunset on the horizon, and the evening breeze gently ruffled my hair on the temples. The hair glowed with a slightly warm orange color in the dusk. Everything was so gentle. I squinted my eyes and suddenly remembered the campus in the midsummer of that year, the lush and lush camphor, the newly built white teaching building, the clock tower with ivy covering most of the wall, and the clear, hot and gentle eyes when I first saw you."
Boy
"That year, I met a fairy tale in midsummer."
Concept: The bitterness and beauty of youth