Our story is so short that we can vividly remember the minutes and seconds spent walking on the playground and by the flower beds. It is so short that we still clearly remember the topics discussed during evening self-study classes and the sunset on the day we took our graduation photos.
Our story is so long that I can't remember when we met, when we knew each other, and when we held each other in our hearts.
During the three years of high school, the best moments were with you by my side.
"We had the most joy in expressing our hidden love in the presence of a large crowd of friends.
But I only looked into his eyes, and I didn't care what millions of people were cheering for. "
Make a wish.
Will it happen? It will come true.
Because, when I was eighteen years old, there was a meteor shower in the sky.
Concept: The history of common struggle between two top students in high school (holding hands by the way)