Some words, once spoken, become watery and difficult to take back;
Some feelings, once revealed, will never return.
The pain of youth is never dramatic.
It is like moss, creeping silently all over the heart,
In an unnoticed corner, it spreads into a damp desolation.
When the arrogant young man finally takes off his disguise,
When the words "I like you" break through all defenses,
Only then did they discover——
It turns out that the end of the strange road is the way back to each other.
Concept: The pain of youth is plain but like moss covering the heart