Lin Shu's high school was a dark blue sea, and everyone was just a drop of water. When put together, it was this legendary period of time.
The flash whizzed by like a hammer.
They are like lotuses that grow wantonly in the fish paradise, but are uprooted in the third year, leaving behind a pond full of mud, remaining willow leaves supporting the wind, and the remains of magnolia.
Intention: The way to get out of the past is to face it.