Year, month, day.
The young man's eyes can accommodate the stars and the sea, but they cannot tolerate the lingering shadows;
The young man's heart is filled with fiery love, but he can't let go of his obsession.
"See you tomorrow"
"See you at the beginning of school"
"Next time... See you"
Bathed in the warm and noisy summer wind,
loved by the world,
They thought,
Running towards the distance step by step...
Shangxiao.
Okay, please listen to me tell this story...
Intention: While I am young, I still need to write something down, otherwise, I will grow up...