The lights on the street were like being on an anesthesia operating table, and under the shadow of the building, the mystery allowed me to explore again and again. Intoxicated summer nights, crazy and romantic, everything grows in my mind.
The water of Panlong River will never flow back, but it will turn into clouds, raindrops, and the sweet breath in my body.
In the freezer at the entrance of the supermarket, the peach water in the fifth row will never be on the shelves, but it will bring refreshing joy to a little girl in a small store hundreds of miles away.
Therefore, in the past or in the future, the eternal brilliance of the moon must have imprinted my shadow on someone's heart forever.
Intention: Gravity brings us together.