Someone asked me where you are, and I still can't forget it after all these years.
No matter how beautiful the spring breeze is, it cannot compare to your smile. People who have never seen you will not understand.
Jiang Li sat lazily on a stool and hummed a song. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his smooth and slender wrists, and slowly plucked the strings. A beam of soft light fell on his face, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth became fixed in Chen Yibei's heart. It was the countless scenes he had dreamed back to as a young man. It was the glimmer of light that appeared in his dark time. He wanted to always protect the treasure.
I would like to dedicate this film to the beautiful young people who once appeared.