During our youth, our love surged, and the love we once had kept fermenting and became the sweetest taste in my entire youth. My boy left at the best age, and the blue sky and white clouds took away the person I loved most.
"Dear Mr. Jiang Feng, please allow me to dance the last dance for you."
"When will you promise me?"
"What?"
"Be my boyfriend."
"Do you like the sky? Do you like sailing? If so, can you like me by the way?"
The girl's lover is far away, the girl's lover... Is here.
Intention: love