Each of us may be like Mo Sang. When we were young, we met a boy we liked, fell in love with him stupidly, and longed to have more interactions with him. We arranged a scene for ourselves in our hearts, slowly moving ourselves, until our youth is over, until there is no possibility of intersection with him anymore. In this youth, there is love and friendship. Friendship in youth is insolent and cannot accept any flaws. The desire for perfection will only drift away in the end.
Conception: