The moonlight sinks into the corner of the eaves, turning old dreams into frost.
We separated on a summer night when we were seventeen, thinking it was just an ordinary separation.
As soon as I turned around, it was ten years.
When we meet again, you are the decision-maker who has changed everything in the business world, and I am the manager of a second-hand bookstore who hides the past.
The moonlight under the eaves is still cold,
But the obsession hidden in the eyes, the unspoken apology, and the longing that has lasted for ten years,
Over the years, it has become a residual heat that refuses to be extinguished.
It turns out that some moonlight only illuminates the return of old friends;
Some stories have to wait until the moon sets before they dare to tell them from the beginning.
This reunion spanned ten years,
It is the rekindling of old dreams and our reconciliation with time.
