In the autumn when I was 14 years old, from midsummer to early summer, and then from late summer to early autumn, every day and every night, every cloud, every ray of sunshine was writing the story of me and him. Those were the times when I was most ignorant and ignorant. Those were the days when I didn't ask for much, and all I wanted was to have him by my side. I really liked the recess at that time. It was noisy and stumbling. The little sunshine on the faces of the two girls in the same group while talking was the most beautiful mark of youth. His eyes were clear and bright, and there was me and light in them. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Although I accepted the fact very calmly and calmly, as if I was destined to like him since he entered school, and as if these stories were destined to happen, and I could not change it, nor did I want to change it, but he did not recognize my feelings.
Concept: A young man's first love is like the gentle sea breeze blowing on his face in the evening, but he is cruelly played with. When he meets his beloved again a few years later, it ends up being that he cannot fall in love.
