In the past, I always asked others, what does it feel like to like? Until that day, the boy's side face broke into my eyes, and my heartbeat inadvertently, as warm as the blooming of roses, and as cautious as daisies, filled my 17-year-old heart. Youth, of course, the person you fall in love with on the first day will still be moved by you when we meet again. I just want to tell you that in places you don't notice, my fiery eyes can always hide the joy. Perhaps to put it another way, wherever you are, you are all in my peripheral vision.
Concept: The beating heart of youth