Youth always leaves no trace. Some people watch, some participate in the performance, and some are stuck in the quagmire and don't want to wake up.
What do you like? Is it the first ray of sunshine in the morning, the first rose after the rain, or the first star at night?
So what is love? Is it the number 3612 carved on the left chest? Is it the last message left on the beach? Or is it the handwriting hidden in the trash can?
Letter.
It seems that when we were young, we were always too entangled in these unfounded feelings, too concerned, too unforgettable, and too reluctant to let go. Until I get married and start a business, I am still obsessed with traveling through reality and dreams, looking for memories that I can't get back, and people I can never see again.
Concept: Sometimes what is lost is not just a memory, or perhaps only through loss can one understand.