Hearing the departure of winter, I woke up in a certain month of a certain year. I thought, I was waiting, I was looking forward to the future, but I couldn't make arrangements for it.
On a cloudy evening, there is a person waiting outside the car window in the future. Look left, right and forward. Love has to turn a few corners before it comes.
What kind of dialogue will there be when I meet someone? How far in the future is the person I'm waiting for?
I hear the wind coming from the subway and the sea of people. I stand in line holding the number plate of love.
I fly forward across a sea of time. We have also been hurt in love.
I saw that the entrance to Lumeng was a bit narrow. Meeting you was the most beautiful accident. One day my mystery will be solved.
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