The sun is nice and I think of you again.
Thinking of the sunshine shining on you, I stood far away from you and saw you slightly raising your head and squinting, the sunlight hitting your face thinly. Your hair is still dripping with sweat after exercise, and your youth is so full that it is about to overflow. Duan Bowen, don't you know, I always stand far away from you, watching your joys, sorrows, and joys, and then etching them in my heart, so that I will always think of you in the days to come.