All children aged sixteen or seventeen have their own stories of youth with the flavor of the sea. Just because they like to scrape yellow sand in the summer and like to accumulate thick snow in the winter, the way they grow up will not be the same. Our youth is the same. It felt boring at the time, but when we think about it in the future, we will always get tears in our eyes. There will be many unforgettable people in our memories, including sisters, blushing teenagers, and those lovely teachers... One day, when we grow up, we will leave the familiar small town, break up the tacit friends, and start life again in a new and unfamiliar city. Face all the separations and reunions in our growth alone. I just hope that when we meet next time, we can all say goodbye calmly and cherish it solemnly.
Concept: No one's youth is a story without memories