I will always remember that in the midsummer of that year, the ignorant girl leaned against the hot railing. A high-spirited young man under the blue sky and white clouds. They once sat together on the stairs reading a book. They never knew that their youthful years would be fixed in the summer of 2017, just as they never knew that their story would reappear in the old stairwell under the camphor tree. (This is a biography based on the characters and is not a novel. If you are interested in it in the future, I can listen to your opinions and choose one of the endings to write it into a novel.)
Intention: I hope that in your beautiful youth, a ray of light can shine on you. I hope that in your decadent campus days, you can raise your head and see the light.