The day I met you, the sun was warm, and the cicadas chirping outside the window were telling the story of the summer of youth. The sun shone through the window on your profile, and the breeze blew through, touching my heart. At that moment, Shishi, I felt that you were my youth.
The first time I saw you, my heart was moved. I don't know why, I don't know when, but my heart was like a hot balloon about to burst. Shishi, do you know that when we first met in three hundred and sixty-five days a year...
Intention: Still on the way...
