In the morning light of the high school classroom, they once shared a piece of drawing paper. He watched the green scenery on the tip of her pen, and she listened to him talk about his vision for the future. On the day when the results of the college entrance examination were released, fate took a fork in the road - after he failed, he packed his bags and joined the motherland. She held the admission notice from the art school and watched his train disappear into the distance at the platform.
After retiring from the army, he became a firefighter walking through fireworks, while she chased light and shadow in the university studio. The thrill of a chance reunion was ultimately not worth the trajectories of their respective lives. After a certain quarrel, they tacitly returned to the starting point, and only occasionally heard about each other from friends.
Until the news of the fire came, he was in danger to save the trapped people. Although he saved his life, he became paralyzed. She put down her paintbrush and appeared at the door of the ward, sitting next to him like she did in high school. Only this time, what she handed over was not drawing paper, but companionship day after day. Just when there was a glimmer of light in the day, a disease suddenly dragged her into darkness. In the end, he put down a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of her tombstone, holding in his hand the yellowed painting that he had not finished that year.
Concept: Life is not a movie. If you miss it, you will really miss it.