"Fang Qiming, are you the Morning Star or the Strangler?"
Five years ago, Qiu Ye wrote down the question in her schedule. Five years later, she was still looking at it in trance, unable to give an answer.
In fact, as early as the year she graduated and left, she decided to leave her thoughts forever in the big tree in front of Shangyi Building. In fact, her schedule had already accumulated a layer of dust that was enough to trap the countless heartaches of her youth from coming back again. In fact, she already has a new band, a new life, and new worries.
But she opened it anyway.
Because she saw Fang Qiming again. The man who rescued her from the center of the whirlpool, but abandoned her in the middle of nowhere.
But Fang Qiming was still walking alone in the blue-purple wasteland.
He still often looks at the piano scores she wrote back then, maybe this way he can briefly go back to the past, he thought.
There was an evening breeze blowing by the river, blowing down the leaves all over the ground.
And he didn't dare to lean down and pick up a piece.
Bright and cheerful vocalist × free and uninhibited guitarist
Sensitive, pessimistic, false sun × low self-esteem, soft, true literary youth
Concept: "Love is the hand that wants to touch but then withdraws"