Most of our ideals when we were young were simple, but when we finally reached the age that we longed for as a child, we no longer had the freedom and freedom that we had when we were children. It seems that we have all lost our true nature in the long river of time, the innocence that only belonged to childhood, and the truest self. Jiang Han, maybe we are too young, too young to distinguish what is like and what is love. Those novelties slowly fade away, and what is left is love. Lin Chu later wrote in his diary. Maybe we are fair. You didn't love me the most when I loved you the most, and I didn't love you the most when you loved me the most. Jiang Han, we are even.
Concept: Jiang Han, maybe we are too young, too young to distinguish what is like and what is love. Those novelties slowly fade away, and what is left is love. Lin Chu later wrote in his diary.