At the end of summer, when the sunshine scented by locust flowers falls on the young man's hair,
They only had time to glance silently.
Later, the clouds were thousands of miles away, and the radio waves were bridges.
With just one sound, the wind and clouds rose, awakening the old dream that had been buried for many years.
After traveling thousands of miles, they finally return home.
——I guard the airspace of thousands of miles, and you guard the course of one journey.
We looked at each other through the clouds, and our voices echoed.
Intention: Request to land, the destination is you
