The boy has clear eyes, and when he smiles, his pair of deep dimples seem to be able to hide the stars; the girl is like willows in the spring breeze, gentle and delicate, and there seems to be a gurgling stream between her eyes. The seeds of love are planted quietly in ignorance.
However, the sensitivity of youth is like a fine spider thread, quietly entangled. An unintentional misunderstanding and an unspoken explanation left a scar on the young heart that is difficult to heal...
Concept: Thoughts on youth and future