Anliang Bridge North

North of the bridge, people are safe and sound. I can't describe the story, except that it bloomed in late summer... Maybe it's a morning dream that ends soon, but is full of expectations. But it seems like nothing happened, only the endless passage of time has changed. "Brother, when I leave, will you remember me... I can't forget." I only understand this time and space, and that's all. I will pay tribute to him with the highest gift - dedicate the entire late summer to him. Intention: If our love never ends, then I wish you our summer