In the past few months, I have always dreamed about Tianmenkou and the Xihe River. The fog in the Xihe River is still so thick that I can't see the people on the other side. I walk in the fog, touching, hoping that there is someone on the other side. I hope it's you on the other side. Although it is childish, this thought has always been in my mind, how wonderful it would be if I met you in the fog that day.
Maybe then, we won't be separated, and I can always chase you, just like chasing the brightest Xia Boyang who belongs to me.