When Yan Yihui stopped to play and sing in a sparsely populated park, he was making steps for the future.
But when he was looking at the camera, Yan Yihui's figure was in the distance of the screen.
We knew each other at one moment, but at the next moment we lowered our heads and walked into the crowd.
"Can you sing it? This song."
Yan Yihui did not raise his head, and as if he had known someone was standing in front of him, he plucked the strings and smiled softly, "This song has no words."