Tit-for-tat was the most skilled way for them to get along, until that summer night when they were 17, the evening wind blew through the sycamore trees in the other wilderness area, the car lights flooded each other's eyes, and all their stubbornness suddenly collapsed. It turns out that winning over the other party is never the goal. Walking to your side is the hidden intention. The lamp falls in the long pavilion, the wind is calm and the plane trees are quiet, the young man's heart is moved, not expressed in words, but it is worth thousands of words. From now on, the sharp edge of the old years is no longer seen, but only in the heart of one person. The wind blows through the midsummer, and my heart falls here. Their story has just begun.
Concept: The game of youthful spirit and regret