The fallen leaves of the withered sycamore trees carry the unending heartbeat
Under the sycamore tree, he held her hand tightly and said, "Let's get married this time next year."
"Don't try to get rid of me"
"With you forever."
The Wuye was buried in the soil with its story, but did not rot. Instead, it took root and sprouted with hope and love.
Intention: urban