Song Nianchu knew that she would never forget the eighteen-year-old Shen Yu, who would bow his head in front of her at the youngest and most frivolous age. That was the scenery she had walked for a long time but never saw again. "It's a pity that I tried my best but couldn't keep him by my side." "It wasn't until I was walking alone on Wutong Avenue in Nanjing on a most ordinary evening, looking at the golden leaves on the ground, that I suddenly didn't understand what kind of bright future it was, compared to looking back at you in a simple evening."
Concept: Reunion after a long absence in reality, the supreme aesthetic of loving to the extreme but not being able to be together