I really had a dream, a dream in spring. The flowers blooming in summer were gorgeous on my dusty window eaves. In autumn, I lost my heart, which was sleeping under the vastness of winter.
"Yubao, can I plant the entire Forbidden City for you?"
A voice came from a distance, as if it was under a tree in front of me. My heart was throbbing as if it was about to jump out of my chest, but tears welled up in my eyes for no reason.
"Yubao, let's... Go home."
Whose voice is that as clear as the bright moon? Who is that tall figure standing under the redbud tree in the distance?
"Okay, let's go home."