The chirping of cicadas will end and the dusk will fade away, but the friendship between young people will always be warm. We met in midsummer, grew up in dusk, and rushed to distant places with each other's blessings. Looking back, the time we spent side by side was still warm and bright.
Concept: The evening breeze carries the whispers of the two people and dissipates in the gentle dusk, and their story has just begun.