The young man has brown hair, swaying in the wind in Qi's dream.
The girl had long black hair, which was tangled into knots in Tan's memory.
When we first met, the boy said, "Why are you doing this?"
During that encounter, the girl said, "I had no other choice."
Sometimes sadness is just watching the people in your memory drift away, and reaching out to hold them only leaves behind those broken dreams.
Conception: