Ten years ago, Tianchi was clear and waveless.
Unknown birds flew in the sky, in groups of three and two. I looked up and saw her smiling and waving to me not far away from dozens of steps. Her messy short hair looked like a stubborn little hedgehog. She trotted towards me and embraced me.
Sweet hallucinations, buried sadness. I made a wish to Changbai Mountain, hoping that time would stay at this moment forever. She is like a gust of wind, coming and going without leaving a trace.
We say goodbye here and look forward to seeing you again. In the sand of time, what passes quietly is not only imperfect youth, but also the raw, unspoken love that settles in the darkest place of the tunnel.
Concept: Love that dissipates over time
