Maybe it was meeting again, or maybe it was an ordinary look at each other in youth, or maybe it was the front and back table that were particularly ambiguous in the eyes of others. The starting point of everything is inadvertently, quietly sprouted in the temptations that come and go. Youth always makes people recall it inadvertently, and sometimes they burst into laughter, and sometimes they shed tears. In the present moment, I am typing on the keyboard, in order to make myself circle the period that I want to stop missing, and the story begins.
Concept: Youthful love and entanglement with reality