The pear blossoms are pale white, the willows are deep green, and the city is filled with flowers when catkins fly. Look! The pear blossoms are blooming, will you leave? Our story: meeting, getting acquainted, getting to know each other, falling in love... Is there any overture? A boy and a girl, just like the love that arises without knowing it, it goes deeper and deeper. At the wrong age, you meet someone who connects with you deeply. After experiencing ups and downs, the boat finally passed the Ten Thousand Mountains, and there were still mountains beyond the mountains. The love of spring is only as thin as the pear blossoms, and the pieces fall off...
Intention: The trivial matter of youth's secret love