Carrying the passion of youth, the male and female protagonists interweave the sketchpad of fate with the strings and throw it towards the majestic and cold sky of Beijing. Their relationship did not collapse suddenly, but was polished by reality like ivory in the day-to-day grinding. Their love was shattered into ice cracks that could not be repaired amidst the mutual unfamiliarity and misplaced work and rest.
They trekked side by side, but seemed to be running alone on two approaching tracks. They are infinitely close to the line of happiness and success but can never really reach it. The love that filled my heart when I was young cannot bridge the gap between today's ideals. Growing up itself was a process of constant saying goodbye, and eventually she walked to her canvas and he embraced his microphone.
Concept: The collision between love, ideals and reality