Everything is as beautiful as a long summer with cicadas chirping incessantly.
Jiang Jinyue had been dreaming about Xie Zhiwei for three whole years.
In the dream, the summer in Nancheng is endless and long.
She is a silent and alienated literary girl, and Xie Zhiwei is the light that turns music into poetry.
They met in the piano room late at night, stood side by side on the quiet rooftop, shared the universe in the same pair of headphones, and completed a confession that no one knew about under the moonlight.
Xie Zhiwei always said: "Ah Yue, it would be great if this piece of music never had an ending."
——You are my sweet dream, everything will be easy to say tomorrow.
Intention: I am afraid that my dream will come to nothing