Zhao Lai is a shooting star that never stops in the daytime, proud but not gaudy, fiery and alone.
There is a moon hanging behind her ear, a rose on her arm, and "mysterious mystery" in French on her ankle.
He Rongsheng is a shipwrecked ship traveling against the current in Shenzhen and Hong Kong, silent and breathless, circling and twisting.
They are accomplices in the universal conspiracy.
The world is alive, its breathing is loud and clear, and all love has the same power.
You ask me what blue is, and I say blue is the most beautiful thing I can think of, the distant sky, the luster of a girl's tears, and the love at the center of the universe. Klein blue is the purest blue, and I liken it to you.
Intention: love