How can we easily forget the throbbing of youth on campus? Like a beam of light, a look, or a word of concern, it can make people throb endlessly. It is the young man's thoughts hidden in the gaps of the pages, woven with words, and the young man's love, silent but hot.
The young man will be afraid that this feeling will end in vain if he expresses it, afraid that it will no longer be pure, and he can only enjoy the small world built for him in his heart, as if he is a bystander.
Love rises with the wind, but it is difficult to calm down when the wind stops.
Intention: One glance for thousands of years