Falling in love with folk songs, those shallow tunes, repeatedly reciting gentle or sentimental stories, boiling a pot of hot water, making a cup of scented tea, and quietly watching time slip away from us. I often think about what life should be like when I reach the threshold of 30 years old. I should be more mature, wiser, know more about loving and being loved, or maybe more worldly. Time always doesn't give us answers, but it leaves deep and shallow marks on us. How are those we loved now doing? In the past five years, I have imagined various scenarios where we would meet again, but I never thought it would be like this.