Do you still remember your simple and innocent yearning for love when you were a teenager?
I remember.
There are no outstanding, handsome and gentle class officials, no school beauties with aloof temperament and many suitors, and no bloody plots such as parting between life and death, crying and arguing. There is only a "me" who likes to fall in love, looks forward to falling in love, enjoys falling in love, but has stumbled in love, and a series of emotional memories that may be sweet, happy, sad, or painful.
Everything comes from the green years of teenage years, lightly, a little bitter, but evocative...