I had a vague dream of walking through a huge maze of basements filled with art and work-in-progress, yours and mine. You are black, white and red, I am teal, dark blue and yellow. The air is filled with the smell of clay and paint. I walked through the fog and met you in the middle of the room. We have both grown up, mature, elegant, and beautiful. We are praised and we are disparaged. We are followed, we are abandoned. We are accepted and we are excluded. We think we only have each other, but in fact, we have many, many things, but we have never owned each other. I have my own world, and so do you. An ancient saying goes, "Don't be frightened by heavy sleep in the spring when you carry wine on your back. Gambling on books will make you lose the fragrance of splashed tea." At that time, it was just commonplace.
Concept: campus life, love and friendship, girl's growth