Jane, summer is over.
Mo Ge leaned on the ocher yellow leather chair,
Silently staring out the glass window →
Tall silver-gray buildings receding.
His favorite purple guitar was lying quietly beside him at the moment.
Mo Ge took out a photo from the black Levi`s wallet.
Jian An's bright smile was as warm as spring.
The cool breeze blowing from the side mixed with the breath of longing passed through the car window,
Lightly brushing Mo Ge's long black and scattered hair.
Mo Ge put away the photo, slowly lowered his head and kissed his right hand.
I'll be back, Mo Ge said into his guitar.
----Starting from the end of summer, travel separately
Intention: