When I was young, love always came so quickly, like a rushing river, passing by in a hurry, but by chance, I would find that there are some simple things floating in the long river of love, which may be the emotions contained in love, or the memories in love.
The story of the dimple lady and the artistic boy just ended and no one was sentimental about it anymore. Until one day, I recorded their story with a pen.
A city, a person, a memory, but in an instant, they are so far away.
Conception: