Lin Shen × Shen Du
The spring breeze is ten miles away, and you will meet in the world.
A photo with the wrong name, a grand and short-lived love.
There was a time when spring was just right, young people were laughing and full of life;
Once the cold wave hits, the rest of your life will be filled with darkness.
After he left, every spring became my Good Friday.
The night had completely darkened, and I could not discern the path I had taken.
Flowers are still blooming in the world, but no one is waiting for me at my ferry.
Concept: A group photo with a wrong name is a sign of fate that will be written in advance. It writes about the passionate love in the spring and the ultimate loss in the dark night, paying tribute to the short spring that once illuminated life.