When the fog swallows up all the beacons, can the firefly beating in your palm still stay for the person in your heart?
In the midnight dream, it is the lingering and pathos breathing of my lover. When I wake up, my lover disappears, and the hot and scalding heart in my chest seems to be trying its best to retain something. What should I do in the vast sea of people to meet the person who belongs to me in thousands of brushes?
Intention: Bravely follow love