"If you get lost, look for a place with smoke and wind and horse flags."
"Jizhen, the question has never been whether you can stay, but whether I can go with you. We all know the answer, right?"
Perhaps the first appearance of love is that I traveled across dangerous peaks to pick flowers that only existed in legends for you, and that you still cherished and collected the most common candy I brought after you had tasted the taste of the world.
Lausanne.
Um?
Will we meet again?
It will.
All my stubbornness is my love letter to the world. It's just that this love letter is written in a language that is about to be lost. It is destined that no one can understand it and there is no reply.
Intention: Fall in love in the place closest to the sky, and separate in the world that is farther than the distance