"The kite wants to break free from the string, but the wind doesn't dare to stay."
He Jingci is the zither in the palm of her mother's hand - guided by the rope, wrapped by the silk thread called love.
Simplification and complexity are like the drafts passing by the wings of the kite - free and uninhibited, but always turning around in panic before touching the strings of the kite.
They shared "California Dreaming" on the headphones in the corner of the piano room, and agreed to watch the sea on the drawing paper for evening self-study.
When Jing Ci's wish was changed by her mother into a normal college, the unsent text message made Jian Fan think that she had abandoned her course.
Many years later at Jingci's wedding, the wall of misunderstanding collapsed with just one sentence. The diamond ring on the bride's fingertips is like reflecting the broken light of the fluttering wings of a paper crane in a glass jar - those unspoken love will eventually be lost in the sea of people and become an eternal tide.
Intention: pure love