This is a love letter to youth.
This society may be impetuous or greedy, but youth is the purest.
When we are children, we eagerly look forward to growing up, and when we grow up, we want to go back to the past. When you were a child, your life was carefree, and you always had a big umbrella to protect you from the wind and rain. But you can never go back, and the same thing cannot go back - your youth.
Youth is like an umbrella, protecting the little bit of innocence left in childhood.
Youth is like a movie worth remembering. After you leave, the aftertaste lingers.
Youth is like an out-of-reach lover, looking at it from a distance is good.
Youth is like spring bamboo shoots, covered with immature clothes, spying on the warmth and coldness of the world.
There are scenes we are familiar with in youth
I like that you rode your bicycle and drove me under the mottled sycamore trees, while I sat quietly on the bar in front of the bicycle and let your lips caress my ears. At that time, we always had endless love stories...
I like it when you hold my hand and run wildly through the corridors of school, as if you want to announce to the whole world that we are in love...
I like it when you wrap me tightly in cotton clothes from behind, allowing me to expose only a small head, as if we are conjoined twins...
Concept: This society may be impetuous or greedy, but youth is the purest