A text written mostly in diary form
The gentle wind of Dian City has been blowing slowly for seven years
It stirred up the girl's bitterness, sweetness, and throbbing
What we are waiting for is not to stay together forever.
It's his lowered eyes and two pairs of tightly folded hands
"Little Yang, the plane trees near my home are in bloom, but I never have the courage to go back and look."
Purpose: Cherish time