"I break my wings in the firelight for you."
In my memory, there was a person whose figure gradually blurred in the firelight, blurred and then came closer. What was within reach was the pleasant smell of grass on his body, which was both elegant and strong at the same time. The sun was hot, as gentle as a lover in love. When it brushed against the sharp eyebrows of the man, he timidly withdrew his tentacles and put on a cold mask. Pretending to have never had a love as bitter as a green plum.
Amidst the explosions, he once saw a general in military uniform rising from the flames. At this moment, the god is drowning and the roses are at zero. I also imagined that he was playing the accordion in the wedding church, which was fatally romantic. I promise not to get lost in the neon lights, because from now on, I just want to sing to my puppies.
Concept: A heart-warming youth love story