If liking is love, that would be too casual. Young love is like sour green plums, full of youthful vitality but with a confused future, and like a kite, flying high but breaking away easily, without knowing where to go. No matter how strong the emotion was at that time, years later, it is just a joke, and I have been moved for many years. The hazy love when I was young, when I grow up, I look back and realize that true and false, false and false, is actually about letting go and the future.
Concept: A girl is ignorant and reckless as she grows up, gradually grows up, learns to be independent, free and unrestrained.