The sky and the earth are high, no bird returns
Seventeen-year-old Li Ye wants to be a withered tree
No sorrow, no joy, no thoughts and no fear, just let the pain pass through your branches
Twenty-two-year-old Li Ye meets sixteen-year-old Bai Su
So he began to want to become a rain
Wash away all the anxiety and pain in this child's life
Twenty-five-year-old Li Ye's long-cherished wish came true
So the dead trees come into spring
He no longer wants to be anything else
He is just Li Ye, just himself
"Bai Su, let's grow up healthily."
"Li Ye, I was born to love you"
Let our long-cherished wishes follow the wind, and we will grow old
Intention: Those swallowed pains and tears flowing back into your eyes always come from not being seen. You think you are finally calm, but no matter how long it has been, the tears are still hot when they fall on your face. I want to tell you that this is not strong, and calm does not mean happiness. I clearly see your unshed tears and the overwhelming pain. I clearly see you.