The chirping of cicadas filled the midsummer of the seventeenth year, and Song Jinghuai rushed to Jiang Juanfan persistently. One person guards the mountains and seas alone, while the other insists on rushing towards it. The obscure youthful feelings are forever frozen by the hot summer.
Intention: Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons rotate, they hold hands and move towards the new life that is out of reach.
