It is a scroll of youthful senses: I seemed to fall in love with you at first sight on the day we rented together, and I expressed myself boldly. The mint toothpaste we squeezed together in the morning, the black umbrella tilted in the rain, and the sweet and sour pork tenderloin exchanged in the cafeteria were all fermented in the details. The pulses overlapped in the middle of the night, and the unspoken love was written into the hottest code - it turns out that the sweetest chapter of growth is called "you are by my side".
Intention: In the gap between fireworks and green plants, let two lonely names learn to share a lamp, a bunch of incense, and a breath - sharing a house is not living separately, but slowly writing "I" into "we"
