I once again set out from Beijing alone, and once again crossed half the world to New York, USA. A year ago, you smiled and threw yourself into my arms at the airport. Your little voice called me "Ran", which filled my heart with warmth in an instant. Today, one year later, I can no longer find you. That girl who dug out my heart all at once, where have you been?
Taking the last photo you gave me, I found this coffee shop in Times Square. Sitting on the bench you were sitting on in the photo, it turned out that you were facing the long glass window, looking at the bustling cars and pedestrians outside, and the restaurant on the opposite corner was where we celebrated our first anniversary a year ago.