The bright moon hangs high in the sky, but the moon illuminates passers-by, but it does not illuminate the silent grove. The heart of a secret admirer is just like the dark forest, dormant like this, like a large shadow that is too thick to break away, hiding secrets that even the moon cannot illuminate.
The quirky girl and the silent and timid boy, the girl who loves originality and the vigorous boy, all of them are like the wind, blowing suddenly and dissipating in the school classroom.
After all, the joys and sorrows between people are really not connected. And youth is a regretful art. After all, people are constantly meeting and parting. What Cupid shoots is an arrow after all, not a rose. When it comes to the choice of future and love, in the end only growth is left.
Concept: Youth is a regretful art