The flying bird is her, and the cloud is him.
He is 12 years younger than her, but he has never called her sister.
The day they met, a new gear of fate began to turn.
From then on, birds had islands to land on, and clouds had their own sky.
Concept: To meet a new person, all you have to do is swipe left or right. So, does the meaning of long-term relationships still exist? Why do we still yearn for connections that can stand the test of time?