"The wind of fate has already changed its direction at a height you can't see."
This is a youthful elegy that begins in midsummer and ends with farewell. Young men Li Shiyi and Lin Tian met in the wind of a southwest town. They started with silent heartbeats and accompanied each other with restrained tenderness. From walking together in the alley and writing their thoughts by the river, to looking at each other in middle and high school, thousands of miles apart, and then looking at each other from a distance during the epidemic lockdown. They had made a date with their little fingers, thinking that sincerity could withstand the passage of time, but it was no match for the loneliness between the north and the south, the grievances on both sides of the screen, and the powerlessness of reality. The joy hidden in the pages, the affection lingering in the waiting, and the tears falling in silence were all ultimately lost to distance and time. Love has not faded, people have gone far, full of joy in exchange for half a lifetime of regrets, it turns out that the most painful thing is not not loving, but loving deeply, working hard, waiting, but in the end you can only miss it. I never stop loving you, I just can't have you anymore.
