If We Came Here for the Light

[Steadfast, kind Dudu × Brave, fierce Chuqin]

“The white ball leaps, the seasons turn, and I still remember that midsummer heartbeat.”

Because the midsummer you shared that year will never end.

The story began before Paris and finally bore dazzling fruit in Doha.

The sun today is always bigger than it was yesterday.

From now on, neither of you will dwell stubbornly on Paris’s rainy skies.

Instead, you’ll face the sun that will rise over Los Angeles.