From youthfulness to maturity, there are many joys and sorrows in between. I wrinkled and flattened my feelings, steamed and swallowed the past, made myself neurotic, and suddenly became enlightened. I thought happiness was so long, pain was so long, and the past was so long. Only now did I realize that time is just a compressed biscuit. All memories were compressed together. How long they were, they were suddenly in front of me.
This is a story about love and forgiveness, closely related to you and me. It is closely related to our 16 years old and our long youth. At that time, when we were still sitting in front of the classroom window thinking about our future, we didn't know that this moment had become the past of the future. This is a story of growth, about the definition of love, about the definition of happiness, about youth, about maturity, about the painful transformation that we must go through in the process of growing up. It may be a little euphemistic, a little sad, but it's real and moving. There is always a place, a love, and a person in dreams, which jump out in specific scenes from time to time and stir your heartbeat. Whether you still love or hate it, I hope you can pack up that beautiful or sad past and put it in a corner of your life. One day you will take it out and watch it again, and you will be amazed that your story turns out to be a wonderful movie...