The heart carries the obsession of the old friend, and the evening breeze in the park that year conceals the heartbeat that does not belong to Song Shiyi.
During the long and difficult summer vacations in the past, he always felt that the cicadas were noisy on the treetops and the days were long and boring; but now there were only the long winds of the parasol trees and the lonely An'an. He was shocked to realize that the midsummer scene that he had despised before now made him full of nostalgia, and every inch of the evening breeze hid his failed expectations.
Being close is obsession, being distant is the only apology I can repay.
Intention: True relief is to let go of attachment to external things, face the separation of life and death, respect every independent and living life, and do not need to rely on others to fill one's regrets.