"I stopped playing on the swing and got up to straighten my slender hands. The dew was thick and the flowers were thin, and my clothes were light and thin with sweat. When I saw the guests coming, my gold hairpin slipped out of my socks. I left in shame, leaned against the door and looked back, sniffing the green plums."
——"Dian Jiang Lips·Play on the Swing" (Song Dynasty) Li Qingzhao
Concept: An emotional story about trust and self
It's so beautiful but no one is there