You walk on the field path and gently stroke the foxtail grass growing wildly on the roadside with your hands. You stroke them one by one, whether they are soft or prickly. It was as if my own hands had touched my deep love that could not be described and was difficult to understand. You take away the mature ones, spread the seeds with a wave of your hand, and smile so gently. They keep growing, so wantonly, which makes me miserable... I walk on the path in the field, and the breeze blows, which makes me mistakenly think that someone is gentle to me. It touches the foxtail grass beside me. It is so tenacious and vigorous, which makes me envious. I break off the mature grass and wave it, sowing the seeds, imagining that this is a love that I have never had. Let it grow, let my love sprout with this, tenacious and wanton...
Concept: Secret love is difficult, especially unrecognized love, so painful and sad