The affection between girls, the anxiety of youth,
As gentle as moonlight, as far away as lingering snow, but not close,
They are the two kinds of brightness of the moonlight under the forest, and they are the sparse remaining snow that is out of reach in the dim light.
There are thousands of people between us, and we have thousands of words to say, but I am only afraid of your intentions that I still can't see clearly despite all my courage.
Lin Yue&Meng Shuxue
Concept: A story about a friend