In the early spring, the Asakusa was glowing with fresh green. At the opening ceremony, seventeen-year-old Wei Jin met Bian Yunshan, the pale boy who always sat quietly by the window.
Wei Jin was sunny and cheerful, like the midsummer wind, breaking into Bian Yunshan's world without warning. He took him to skip class to watch cherry blossoms, hold an umbrella together on rainy days, and share the same pair of headphones on the rooftop at dusk. Bian Yunshan's heart disease was like an invisible shackle, but in Wei Jin's smile, he felt the heat of life for the first time.
However, the pain never let him go. One snowy night, Bian Yunshan closed her eyes in Wei Jin's arms, her fingertips still holding the specimen of Asakusa when they first met. Wei Jin's world suddenly collapsed, leaving only the unspoken "I love you".
Many years later, Wei Jin returned to his alma mater. The spring breeze blew through the grass, and he seemed to hear the young man's voice saying: "If life is short, meeting you is the best ending."
——Youth is like grass, growing wildly and withering, but we, after all, failed to wait until the next spring.
Purpose: Establish a correct concept of love, so that every wandering soul has its own belonging
