The love of youth will continue to spread and grow. Their meeting was like the meeting of thousands of ordinary people. It just happened that the wind blew "her" hair; it just happened that the sun hit him. The wind blows and the wind chimes ring. Haven't seen you for a long time. What kind of story will they have between the writer who looks cold but is actually firm in his heart, and the writer who seems polite but is actually cold in heart? When we meet again after many years, will we say goodbye to the past with a smile, or will we reunite like in the movies and TV shows? I don't know, you are welcome to find out.
Ordinary "girls" and ordinary youth life show the truest appearance of youth.
Pure love is just one person's delusion.
Concept: Youth flies by like a fleeting moment, as gorgeous as fireworks, but always fleeting.