I can't remember the beginning of the story.
I just remember him holding my hand and telling me the beauty of the world. I think he is probably the 'light' that people call him.
But it was too late to say goodbye properly, and I woke up from the big dream.
There is a lot to say and a lot not to say.
Then bid farewell once and for all, Chen Jingyi.
This summer's evening breeze also leaves me alone.
Intention: Say goodbye to those things that do not belong to you