To all those who lost their first love in wandering and ignorance, and regretted it later.
And I believe that as long as we believe, we can still encounter our inexplicable obsession here or there, in the vast streets, hazy rain and fog.
And after that, we either fell in love, or broke up, or persisted until the end, or finally got tired of each other——
Those are all unfinished stories after a certain encounter.
Like a mayfly, it grows old in the dim time of evening.
Conception: