"We were all waiting for spring in our respective winters, and it wasn't until we met that we discovered that spring is not a season, but the look in your eyes that makes time meaningless when you look at me."
Intent: In an era when we are accustomed to using words to accelerate emotions, we choose to use silence to measure the approaching distance - when Chun Xin finally arrives, all the temptation, waiting and restraint become the annotation that it will never be late.
