——————————The feelings between us are like roses blooming in pure white snow,
The cold sting still blooms pure.
Fu Yuming listened to Xingyue Shinhwa and said to Ban Yang, who could never love her in her heart:
If the time and space identities and names are changed, we must be together...
My heart is a bird in the wilderness and has found its sky in your eyes - Rabindranath Tagore. Fu Yuming likes this sentence the most. How much she wants to tell Ban Yang - you are my sky...
... Finally Fu Yuming saw a person standing under a huge wisteria tree in the distance. The person smiled and waved to her.
The wisteria flowers danced gracefully in the wind, and at that moment she knew that person was the most important thing she was looking for. She ran to her desperately...
"You smiled slightly and didn't say anything to me, but I feel that I have been waiting for this for a long time..." Fu Yuming suddenly remembered Tagore's poem. "Yes! I have been waiting for a long time, and now your smile finally belongs to me alone, but I will lose it soon..."
"Banyang, today you are my prince, but tomorrow I will disappear from your life..." Fu Yuming said painfully and softly as he watched Banyang's figure disappear into the dark night.
Two figures as pure as snow overlap on the highway in the anticipated summer, like fragments of a movie, continuing unbridled on the black film.