She is twenty-eight years old in 2026, working a job in Beijing that may be laid off at any time.
After waking up, she returned to Linjiang Jiu'an Street in 2018.
Under the ginkgo tree, he sang a song without a name.
She said: "Good songs are remembered."
Then she left, then he became popular, and then they each walked a long way.
But the wind kept blowing and the song kept singing.
Many years later, he said on the stage of the Ten Thousand People Stadium - "This song is written for a friend from long ago."
She sat in front of the screen and whispered: "I'm listening."
🌙 A passer-by borrowed his light and then quietly put it back into my heart.
Intention: Even if you are in a trough, you can still be guided by the light and move forward slowly