I thought about it countless times on the streets of Shanghai, this thing of love, going around and around, it is still yours. I couldn't stop myself from thinking "Ian, Ian, Ian". He is like the moon in the water, ethereal, unreal, and does not belong to me. Later, the moon in the water became the moon in my heart. I never expect that the moon in my heart will completely belong to me, but there is no way, whether it is a coincidence or deliberate, some people are destined to belong to me, and some months are destined to belong to me.
Intention: There will always be someone who will make your dissatisfaction satisfied.