There are two most unforgettable feelings in the world, one is when dead trees see spring, and the other is when mist sees spring. The dead vines half buried in the sky are even more heartless than a broken mirror. When I see you again, I am still me, but you are another you. I thought I would spend my whole life like this, but you swaggered my world with your face full of spring. The ice melted and the flowers bloomed. You are you, I am me, and we have already been us.
The flowers are broken into the mud, and the fragrance can no longer be smelled. They rot into the passing years. They are the morning glow, the evening, the falling rain, and the snow. They are the fragrance that cannot be noticed when you smell it again.
Concept: youth love