You met Vantro at an accidental summer camp event.
His gentleness is like the Italian afternoon breeze, gently brushing through your hair, but it still hurts.
It is the prelude to youth and also the patient waiting.
You don't know whether the photo he insisted on taking with you before returning to China hides endless worries and desires.
You across the ocean, in the small town of Cheltenham, you are my unspeakable tenderness.
Intention: If you never forget it, there will be a response