The growth history of a rich young man who takes both black and white and a calm and silent art painter
"Do you love me? It's silly to say you love me"
"Have you woken up from the dream? When I see your leaving back gradually blurring, tell me that this is not a dream."
"In the summer when the sycamore leaves are floating, the golden leaves seem to exude a smell. The smell you once had is what keeps me awake all night and cannot be forgotten."
Concept: youth, campus, growth, friendship