Meeting you was as unexpected as my knee hitting the corner of the table when I was about to stand up. Years later, the wooden box wrapped in old silk in the old cupboard is still opened with care. My thoughts are swaying with the wind, but there is someone I can never forget... One is slow and simple, knowing the world but not worldliness; the other is as proud as the wind, meticulous and gentle...
Intention: I thought our relationship could be represented by a mind map, but later I found that it was really difficult...