The warm summer breeze brought the sound of the piano in the music room, and Xue Hanhan walked alone on the playground.
"Classmate, your letter."
"This is not mine!"
"My letter to you, I found you, Серый день."
The hot sunshine hits the young man's face. Perhaps "faith" is the beginning of fate, or it is destiny.
Intention: Heart and trust, maybe if I give you enough sense of security, you won't come to see me until now