As a girl born in the 1980s, from the green years to the foggy flowers at dawn, it seems that the years have always given you a little bit of sweetness, but they are recalled with half or six points of bitterness.
Is it true that at the most beautiful age, one has to taste the most bitter life?
Ten years of youth are not just a dream,
When you are drunk and looking at each other in the dark, how can you compare with how much black hair you have!
Concept: Youth passes through the girl's black hair!