The camphor trees in the Meet Welfare Home always shed their leaves in September, and when the wind blows, it's like someone's thoughts are gently turning the pages.
At that time, the fog was deep and her face was still red, and she was squatting in the ginkgo forest counting fallen leaves. The smoke from her past life was extinguishing at her fingertips, and Yu Mo's eyes were quietly chasing the gust of wind. Four teenagers came out of the morning light, carrying the frost from the orphanage and the heat hidden in their eyes.
They thought that youth would be evergreen and promises would last forever, but they did not expect that the wind of fate would be so strong. Some people weave scarves with tenderness, others keep time with waiting, and those secret loves hidden in paintings and persistence engraved in patterns eventually turn into unfinished longing over the years.
The wind will stop, the snow will fall, and some encounters and partings have already been written in the growth rings of camphor and ginkgo.
Intention: to protect with life burning, and finally turn into eternal embers and long-lasting thoughts in the wind and snow.