Gu Cheng. Ancient city. Old city. City. City affairs. The city passed away.
Han, if I can still hold your hand, please give me your sure pulse. Please tell me that I am in your life.
All the things called youth, like the brightest sunshine in summer, should not be lost or forgotten if there is an afterlife.
About a childhood relationship, about the proof of time and love, nostalgia and reminiscence, as if they are far away from each other like the phantom of an angel.
Conception: