The wind blows, the grass blows, hiding a piece of land; the wind blows, the mood is chaotic, hiding the beating heart; when will the wind come again, I want to tell you my heart. ——Bai Chen I don't need the wind to blow by for me to touch your heartstrings; I don't need you to tell me that my heart is already beating only for you. ——Shen Shu
Intention: Love cannot be diluted by time