The boy's right hand and the girl's left hand are a whole basket of happiness. The incomplete right finger is your powerful arm, and you hold my finger for the rest of your life.
This is our vulgar youth. There are no scattered fallen leaves, no orioles singing green willows, no red candles with fallen flowers in the wind, snow and moon, and no earth-shattering lingering love. Everything is just the passage of time, waiting for us to finally be able to be alone and finally stop crying for help from around us. However, for the sake of vain rights and material things, we have sacrificed too much. In order to strangle the throat of destiny, we are burdened with unbearable frustrations.
Conception: