We suddenly grow. ． ．
We transform as we grow, and the dancing of dandelions brings our years to the other side of the sea. The sea dies in our sleep. Song Yi, Lin Qiyun, Liang Xingyi and all the people who appear around them now and in the future, I just hope to use them to weave a dream about growing up, as well as their love, friendship, and all those warm and beautiful things. Sadness and crying remain in the valley of my longing, but I use this to draw a pair of more gorgeous wings and fly out of the swamp in my heart.