That is the power of voice, peeling off the cocoon of ups and downs, removing the skin of the world, not asking about reality and reputation, just your pure voice, touching the heartstrings, performing the joys and sorrows, carrying dreams and illusions.
"Does this mean we are together?"
The crowds were surging, the traffic was busy, the noisy and glitz of the city disappeared with a gust of wind, and the unfamiliar air carried a restlessness one after another. Mu Mu could not forget it many years later.
Warmth came from the back of his hand, as his fingers passed through the gaps between hers, fitting into her palm, and their fingers were interlocked.
"When did we separate?"
After going round and round, they still came together.
Conception: