If I hadn't met you in Paris, would I have been carefree? If I hadn't had so many interactions with you, would my life have been trouble-free? Without you, can I experience the sad happiness? Without you, would I still be who I am now...
——Xinyi
I like to look up at the sky at 37 degrees and see the plane flying to Paris carrying my thoughts about you. The memories are mottled, broken and dense. In the memories are your smile and those cute dimples.
——Yang Yu