"I said, I love you deep in my bones. I am willing to do anything for you, regardless of the consequences. Make this sky within reach. My love." That summer, a girl said to the boy on the rooftop. The wind blew slowly, blurring everything.
After experiencing the storm, after the girl has done everything for the boy, looking back, everything has been broken. What has she gained in these years? Why is the sky in my memory still so out of reach? Will girls today still make efforts to touch this sky? . .