[Copywriting]
On a sunny afternoon in the old days, there was a young man in a white shirt. He was riding a bicycle that was not old, and he was carrying a girl in a light blue dress through the long streets and deep alleys. It seemed like this through countless autumns, winters, springs and summers, countless sunsets and morning stars, until the end of their lives.
#You are all the unpredictable things in life, so you become all my exceptions#