On the playground, a classmate with an eye injury was hit by a ball
"Your name is Lu Jing, Lu Jing, right?"
"Have we met before?"
"My name is Lu Jing, we have never met before"
—There is no light in my world anymore
-I am your light
—Lu Jing I like you, and I will love you fiercely no matter when.
—Happy 18th birthday to Lu Jing
"Song Chi, I saw the light"
"From now on, the light will never go out in your world."
The afterglow stretches the shadows, and you walk toward me with broken pieces of gold on the ground. It turns out that fate has already written the encounter into a poem, hiding it in the rhyme of the twilight.
When the last ray of sunshine kisses the corner of the eaves, our story has just begun - twilight is not the end, but the starting point of love spreading across the sky.
Intention: If you don't give up, you will eventually see a beautiful scenery and future.
