When I was seventeen, the luckiest thing was that you liked me when I liked you; the most unfortunate thing was that you liked me when I liked you, but we didn't know each other.
Years later, I started traveling aimlessly, trying to find you...
When I met Xiao Hai, I met Yuan Yi again.
Only then did I realize that if I miss the flowering seasons year after year, I am no longer me, and you are no longer you. What we miss is what we miss...
In the missed time, we have met each other better than me than you