In the capital that year,
Snow falls in April,
You that year,
Standing in front of the bulletin board,
Smiling like the gentle breeze,
White clothes beat the snow...
—Talk about the demons in Beijing
You that year,
Carrying a paintbrush,
The beginning of love,
You that year,
Waiting persistently,
It's an expectation without regrets
—Huahun
Intention: to entertain oneself