The first meeting that summer created a lifelong obsession. Looking at the worn white headphones, I fell into the whirlpool of memories. Many people advised me to throw it away and pick it up. I was stunned and put it back where it was. It seems that it is really difficult to forget something... Put it on gently, your gentle voice echoes in my ears again: "Remember if one day, I accidentally leave you, turn the volume of the headphones to the maximum, so that I will hear your voice, no matter how far away, I will come back and turn down the volume of the headphones for you..." But, will you really do this? That white earphone is about to break, and so does my love...