Under the scorching sun is secret love, which is the love that cannot be described in youth, but there is always love that cannot be hidden everywhere; in the white snow is confession, which is the courage of youth, but there is so much less expectation and expectation; "It is already dark, how can I still see tulips" "It is already dark, why can't I see anything" "I like you"
Concept: Youth is not for decadence