I miss my girlfriend when I was young and the friend who accompanied me for a journey. They are slowly lost in the years. I am afraid that they will disappear in my memory, so I record them bit by bit. As I get older, I am more forgetful and I don't want to forget my lovesickness. The same is the bright moon, the same is the lights across the mountain, only people are missing, and the dream seems to be hanging
Intention: Nostalgic for youth, ignorant youthful feelings, and the time when flower petals first bloom,