Behind the deep clouds in that sky, there is a stagnant blue you have never seen before. It crisscrosses the sky above Yuancha and Huajie, criss-crosses this world, behind the black lonely wind. Through the fine sunlight, quickly passing through the crowd, I came to you. I never could believe that at that time, as a boy, I would fall in love with you, who was also a man. Those profound companionships, those white roses that meander enchantingly in loneliness. It's like the uneven colors blooming in this cold world. Moist and thick, it resides in my heart and entangles itself in my life. Will you also see the same blue, stagnant and spreading? In the lonely passing years, stop, look back and look up with a smile. So, our world is subverted in this blue texture...