The sea breeze in Lingang has been blowing for many years.
When he was seventeen years old, Zhou Zhi met Jiang Du in a heavy rain.
The man picked up the English book that had fallen into the water for her. He stood at the dark and damp old street and said only one sentence to her:
"Don't stay in Lingang."
Many years later.
She really left this small seaport town.
I have also seen the bigger world.
But she could never forget the taciturn man who always wore a black shirt, the sound of the whistle at the old dock, or that summer night when the power went out.
They fell in love at the wrong time.
I missed it again and again in the long years.
And some people, once you meet them.
There is no way out of this life.
Intention: Some love is not lost to no love, but lost to time.