Bits and pieces of light rain dance gently with the wind
At the end of the quiet bluestone path, the seventeen-year-old girl hurriedly ran into his eyes.
The wind has not moved, the clouds have not moved, but his heart is moving
In the same year, she sadly left her hometown and went to the other side of the ocean.
Five years later, at the age of 21, she returned to China gracefully
In the same year, he was as gentle as jade and bid a high price for a license plate SQBO56.
Time is a circle superimposed one after another
They go back and forth in it
Finally still at a certain point