Under the golden light of the setting sun, standing on the rocks by the sea, the navy blue clothes were blown away by the sea breeze.
Sound.
He was the accident that broke into this isolated island, and he was also the only burning cigarette in her youth.
Fire.
When the ebb and flow of the tide flowed over her toes, and when the dusk swallowed up the last ray of skylight, he leaned over and looked at her
A whisper fell in my ear——
"From now on, you have me in your MuRizhou."
Intent: Slow-paced and affectionate