To you who are immersed in shame and indifferent feelings.
We once made a wish and faced the summer wind, and we made a promise together, just like a sketch pen, one stroke... One stroke... Describing every bit of our years.
Over the past few springs and autumns, I have recalled those scenes, and gradually walked into the memories, looking for you and me from that year that have been lost for many years, but have long been engraved in the depths of my memory, even if they have drifted away or passed by.
When youth comes to an end, you suddenly look back and wonder whether the memories of those years are still the same.
Concept: Love and falling in love are two different things