Jiang Yixing & Ji Xinghui
The moment the moonlight stopped on the playground, the wind I kissed was filled with gunpowder smoke. The distance between the school uniform and the police uniform was the line between life and death that you and I could not cross. After my youth was over, I repeatedly wrote your name silently in my undercover diary, and made an agreement to eat together all over the world. In the end, it turned into a flower stopped in front of the anti-drug monument. The broken medal is the silent elegy of the anti-drugs. Beyond the poisonous fog, is the never-to-reach return...
Intention: Beauty disappears due to the uncertainty of fate