What exactly is youth? Is it presumptuous, high-spirited, or is it the youth that always gives up when you want to talk? Song Ningzhi didn't know, and neither did Shuiyan Luo. It's just that they were still young back then.
Time flies, and there are only four words in my mouth, but when I look at them, they are no longer what they were back then.
So, my dear, please spend the winter with me in this heavy snow.
Concept: How do people face loss in the process of growing up?