Picking Berries

The first time I met her, I was eight years old. She smiled at me and called me sister. The last time I saw her, she was eighteen years old. She cried to me and said to hold on. It was too late, the light at my fingertips was turned over, mixed in the wind, and I couldn't catch up. Anberry, we missed it, this is a lifetime thing. Xu Mei, I love you Concept: Liking has nothing to do with gender