It will never be Lu Zezhi who belongs to Luo Huai
In the autumn of 2006, the sycamore trees here fell all over the street.
Luo Huai meets someone
So the wind blows and the tung tree falls, and the love is hard to hold back.
"You should wear long sleeves next time we meet."
"Yeah, see you next time"
Luo Huai turned around
Tears fell on the green sycamore leaves
"I lied to you. We will never meet again."
Purpose: Love everyone bravely and passionately