If you meet the right person at the wrong time, how long can this relationship last? Is it a sign of the coming of spring, or is it a mistake made in the cold winter?
No matter how ruthless it is, it is touching, but if I fall in love, who can save me from the shore? Not calling for help is my last dignity.
Maybe you have never been moved, maybe you are the one in the cold winter, and I am the returning goose that strayed in
"If I had taken the initiative, could you have pulled me ashore?"
"This does sound a little perverted, but I want to keep it this way."
"You come out after calling for thousands of times, still half-hiding your face with your pipa in your arms"
"I want to watch a movie with you"
"Do you hate me? When you see me, your steps suddenly become faster."
"No, I don't hate it. I've always been like that."
"If you can't catch up, walk slower. Don't be tired. I will..."
"Are you not good at Chinese? Why can't you always speak clearly?"
"I'm happy to take you home, what's the problem?"
Concept: How long can the wild geese that fly back from the cold winter live?