Looking at all kinds of people outside, guessing their identities, I saw children crying on the road because they wanted a hydrogen balloon; I saw couples walking hand in hand; I saw minors holding cigarettes in the corners of their mouths, imitating social youth; and there were also couples with pale hair walking arm in arm on the road. Maybe they have cried, pretended to be mature, and had a romantic relationship with another woman. Maybe they will be like the old couple in the future, walking on the streets with their lovers on their arms, bathing in the sunshine, but now all this is unknown to them.
Intention: Get used to meeting and parting