The white prelude in the dream quietly opened, as if I had returned to the Jiangnan water town in 1997. The waterwheel is still squeaking and turning, and the cat is still basking in the sun on the steps. Those were all Jiang Youwen's youthful years. Youth and growth are so cruel, and the world is so big. I love you so deeply. It took me a long time to meet you and fall in love with you. How dare I let you go so easily. The best way for me to love this world and you is to stay with me forever.