Wen Jue,
You are like those cars whizzing by,
Driving far away from me,
Maybe you'll stop occasionally,
Looking back at the scenery behind,
However, many things are no longer clear to many people.
Since when?
Opened the distance,
The past hidden deep in memory,
immeasurable distance,
An unforgettable past;
Desire to be close to each other,
But he was discouraged,
Hesitating again and again for the trivial things in reality.
Wen Jue couldn't speak out, she didn't dare to confide... She didn't dare let Shuang Jie know that she had been waiting for several years, just for her look back.
Conception: