The day Jiang Jinglan handed over the love letter,
The chirping of cicadas makes people's ears feel hot.
She thought she would be waiting for the boy's blushing response,
But I only received a light "I don't like you".
Only later did she understand,
Gu Jiming's rejection is never the end.
The photo he hid in his desk,
It took me half a city to find coffee candies,
And the unspoken "me too",
These are all fires that I didn't have time to ignite at the age of seventeen.
When summer comes to an end and the ceasefire whistle sounds,
Those unspoken likes,
Eventually turned into inexhaustible embers.
Dedicated to all the youth and secret love that end in vain.
Concept: Regrets in youth may not all be regrets. The tenderness hidden in the details and the unspoken love have become the hottest footnotes of the age of seventeen.