I like looking at the water. Look at the mountains. Look at the fog. Look at the Qiaotou people. Look at the drizzle. I remember that the water under the bright sun was so green, so soft, and so beautiful. I remember leaning on the bridge, throwing a leaf, and letting my wishes float along the flowing water. Along with it, my green years drifted away.
Concept: Healing, Emotional Relationship, Youth
