From junior high school to university, from youth to maturity, one step at a time, one song for a lifetime. Memories are like a storyteller, using a tone full of local accent, jumping over puddles, going around small villages, waiting for the fate of meeting. You build a city out of clay and say you want to marry me and enter the city, then you turn around and pass through the door several times, wasting your youth. The little vows are not yet stable, the little tears are still holding on, and the tender lips are saying separation.
Conception: