When he was nineteen years old, he turned his life into a piece of soot, which was light, dirty, and could be blown away by the wind at any time.
Until I met that person.
At the age of thirty-four, the wind blowing from Chengdu, wrapped in smoke and youthful spirit, easily blew through the wall he had built for nineteen years. That person is rich, but never looks down upon; interesting, but not frivolous. They get along like two gaps that fit perfectly.
Later, he broke the time barrier on an ordinary dusk.
Back when that person was nineteen years old.
At that time, that person was not as calm as he would be later - he would be embarrassed, reckless, and would look back at the street corner with his eyes filled with the entire unnamed youth.
He suddenly understood the significance of this encounter.
It turns out that love is never about waiting for someone to salvage you. Instead, I went back in time and said to the person who was still in the mud.
Here I come.
You don't have to be the ocean alone.
Intention: The youth I once missed, I will love you in another time and space