The first time I met was the scent of hair and blueberry candy
The screen flashed to a half-smoked cigarette and countless vows. At this point, you and I were trapped in the rain in Dongcheng.
Until we meet again, even the wind is saying, "Come home and be safe." It was my heartbeat that recognized you before me.
Reunion is an unfinished story that continues to write a warm chapter
Intention: From encounter to reunion, fold my thoughts into paper airplanes and fly to the city where you are.