The blazing youth never retreats. We move forward indomitably. "I hope time stays in May. The temperature is not as hot as July and August. We are still stuck in the time when students who have not graduated have come to get out of class. The green trees beside the door of the school are clear and translucent. The sky after the wind is filled with naughty clouds. Occasionally half-block the sun, and the remaining light shines down. Through the dense shadows of the leaves, the wine is on your head."
Concept: Lin Yu