There is always a person in everyone's youthful memory, who shines brightly and makes you never forget it. I don't know whether it is a nascent feeling for love or an urge for youth to be free. We, 16 or 7 years old, are naive, young and rich. I was energetic, eager, and fantasizing about the beautiful vision of the future, but in the years to come, it was broken bit by bit by the cruelty of reality. Maybe if I was not so persistent, my life might be different, at least much better than now.
There is a song that goes like this, there is only one treasure in a person's heart, and after a long time, it turns into tears. Probably, Qiao Chenji, you are the unavoidable tears in my life, so I met you like a moth to the flame, fell in love with you, and was hurt by you as if destined. Maybe you are the calamity in my life, the calamity that I am willing to be destroyed.
Concept: modern love