In his freshman year of high school, Song Zhiyu fell in love with an unattainable person.
This autumn, her thoughts, like the letter she didn't send, fell into the wind.
On the day of Shen Hezhou's graduation, it rained heavily. Song Zhiyu looked at him absentmindedly across the crowd, Shen Hezhou, will we meet again? Shen Hezhou, we will never meet again.
Intention: I thought you understood that every time I look at you