He stood under the peach tree, leaning lazily against the tree. The wind passed by, and a few petals of pink and white fell into his hair. One of them stopped tremblingly on his drooping eyelashes, making the eyelashes thicker and longer, casting a small quiet shadow under his eyes. Song Yu came closer, closed the book, and gently brushed the petals in his hair with his fingertips, but his eyes fell on the pink patch of eyelashes. He was not disturbed, but leaned forward slightly, his warm breath brushing the eyelashes first, causing them to tremble slightly. Then, he lowered his head and gently blew off the petals.
Concept: Youth is a grand chase. Some people are wanton in the light and shadow, while others fall in silence. About the thoughts of young people, about the electric current when fingertips touch, and about the acquiescence of red ears. On the track called youth, the two stars approach cautiously, lighting up each other's long-silent starry sky with a love that doesn't care about their own lives.