"The wind on the rooftop was playing the tune of "Little Lucky", and she was counting the buttons of her school uniform, watching Lin Youzhi's shadow being stretched by the setting sun. The pencil words on the back of the draft paper were mixed with the trigonometric functions, like unspoken punctuation. Later, in the graduation photo, the two of them were three rows apart. Listening to that song again, I understood: the most painful thing about youth is not missing, but the flowers blooming and falling. We obviously caught each other's glances, but we all thought it was the wind."
Intention: "Those unspoken thoughts are like the rainy season that must pass through in adolescence. Although it wets the time, it also allows us later to learn to understand the tenderness hidden in the wind when we look back."