When the color of the tea in the cup slowly settles, what rings in my ears is your whisper, "Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng,,," The autumn day with dancing red leaves four years ago seems like yesterday. At this time, you are sitting in front of me, with calm eyes that even deny that it was a passing incident.
When you are no longer you but I am still the same person, I hear myself saying, "Ling Xiao, if you can't go back to the past, can you give me your today?"