The eighteenth-year-old Zhuang Ruo arrived in Beijing. The summer in September in Beijing was hot and dry, the university was opening, and an unknown and gorgeous journey.
It rained heavily that night, and the sound of rain was loud in the dark night.
She came here alone, with a long road ahead and unknown dreams, but later she felt that it was a strange journey. She traveled through the mountains and rivers and met those people. Then say goodbye and disappear, just like a drama, the song ends and everyone disperses, looking at each other.