We all have a lot of things in our hearts. We want to go through all kinds of things and still have them, but we also want to leave ourselves alone to toss and cry in our minds, thinking that we will not be able to hold on to the end. On the streets of endless sunset, in the narrow gaps, dignified, all kinds of things you want are attracted and stopped by the sparkling tears in your eyes, but your hope is like a drop of water in the desert, so precious but not worth mentioning, so forget it again.
When we were young, we kept getting rid of all kinds of constraints and wanted to complete the dreams we couldn't remember. When we met again, I couldn't hear clearly whether it was the howling wind or you calling in the rain to wake up the sleepwalker.
Concept: the most authentic campus emotion