In the jade years, I met the young man here;
When you think of it, please live a better life than me.
In midsummer, countless strands of milky white dot the clear blue sky, and golden colors spread to the earth from the gaps. Every small drop of water evaporates on the green tips, and the asphalt road seems to be melting. The ivy outside the window carefully spreads along the thoughts and becomes colorful. This scene, this feeling, this person, affects the softest pink in everyone's heart. One, two, three... Violent and rhythmic beating, have you heard their story?