It's snowing in the northern country at dusk, and the flowers in the south bridge are still awake. The fleeting time floats in the palm of my hand, and the lines outline the arc of fate. I didn't know you at that time, and you were buying pancakes at the pancake stall. I was passing by you with my schoolbag on my back, and a strange cloud appeared in the sky that day. I didn't know you at that time. You were running eight hundred meters on the playground, and I was playing basketball on the basketball court fifty meters away from you. When you reached the finish line, I happened to score a three-pointer. At that time, we existed in the same space and lived our own lives. Fortunately, we have been dependent on each other for several years, and reluctance is my last thought for you. When it snows in the north, has the rain stopped there? When the south is blooming, does the wind there still calm down? You are the magnolia in my heart, and I am the wild rose by your window. Fifteen-year-old Song Nanjing had not yet met fifteen-year-old Ji Ming in Nanqiao. Twenty-year-old Ji Ming hugged Song Nanjing in his dream in Jingbei. Nineteen-year-old Song Nanjing bought a boat ticket in Qingxi, while eighteen-year-old Ji Ming left his bitterness behind in Nanqiao. Sixteen-year-old Song Nanjing wrote a letter to the future, and seventeen-year-old Ji Ming promised the future to Song Nanjing. The fragrance of flowers in Nanqiao is the smell of longing. I can feel the coolness of Jingbei snow in Qingxi. Maybe it's time for you to come back.