"The wind is rustling, the trees are rustling, and I miss my son, but I am worried about leaving." I heard that there was a ghost in the distant mountains, so I waded through the mountains to find it. I couldn't get what I asked for, and spent the rest of my life.
Breeze, sunshine, desk, textbooks. The wind blew the pages of the book, and the sunlight filled the desk. Fourteen-year-old Yi Yu fell in love with Gu Yun, the boy in the sunshine. The wind was just right, the sun was just right, and their faint joy was just right... But the boy's love was always so short-lived. Gu Yun was the first to speak, and Yi Yu was still sinking. What exactly is love?
Intention: Sacrificing lies to the wind blows away youth and love.