The Moon Sets on the West River

Love in high school is always young and unforgettable. Some people can go from school uniforms to wedding dresses. Some people's love is just an ignorant trial. There is also a kind of deep-rooted love that can only be left in ruins. In the rushing time, our memory cannot accommodate too many people. Those passers-by will eventually linger in our minds, and the person engraved in our bones is the quietly fallen wood beside the silent river; the only moonlight in the dim heart, and the melancholy written on the stone of destiny in this life. In a small city, there are too many mediocre people with different joys and sorrows. However, an occasional cold look at each other can instantly ignite the wasteland of memory. This fire cannot be seen by others...