这是个好像如出一辙却又不大相同的,与年少时暗恋有关的故事,有着不伤感也无法欢喜的结局。故事的最终,只剩下一个流光的剪影,一句平淡的告别。少女温和的倾诉,那些哽咽了无法传递的言语,起伏在山谷里的翠绿,连绵成无法破坏的茫然寂静。我不知道是不是每个青春期的小女生,都会踮起脚仰望人群中的那个小少年。像突然启动了开关,亮在你灰暗的生活里。温暖又忧伤的气息在灼热的空气里慢慢交错相触,逐渐融为一体。 This is exactly the same but not quite the same, with the young crush on the story, there is no sad nor happy outcome. The end of the story, leaving only a streamer silhouette, a plain farewell. Teenage gentle talk, those who choked the words can not be transmitted, ups and downs in the valley of the green, inexorably endless stretch of silence. I do not know if every adolescent little girl would stand up for the little boy in the crowd. Like a sudden start switch, light in your dark life. Warm and sad atmosphere in the hot air slowly staggered touch, gradually integrated.