Under the eye-catching gaze, the ginkgo leaves on the ground hide an unknown suddenness, panic and carelessness, which is the "stinky" that will never be forgotten throughout the autumn; under a white cloud, the meeting of two people is exactly like this, conceived by fate, nurtured by separation, and involved in each other, separation and reunification in every detail. The autumn wind is crisp and the smell is confusing, but that memory is engraved on my fingertips and imprinted in my heart. The rippling blue hair, when everything becomes a habit, becomes a reflection every time, despite the "stink" of that world, I lose my breath.
Concept: beautiful, fresh