Youth is sour orange-flavored soda, and fine bubbles appear when you shake it. My friendship with Tang Xiaozhi began in Wutong Lane. She was the gentlest imprint on me when I was young and in chaos, and Su Wan was the gentle silhouette that handed me a baseball cap. Those unspeakable loves, the recklessness of climbing over the wall to go to appointments, eventually became the moonlight crushed by the years. As long as I have seen the flowers bloom, as for whether the flowers will fall on my shoulders, it seems that it is really not that important.
Concept: The regrets and relief of youth, the stumbling blocks and tenderness of growth