I received his call on the platform of the high-speed rail station.
When the call was connected, there was silence for a long time, only the sound of breathing was left.
He spoke first, his voice a little hoarse.
Ask me.
"Want... To come to my concert?"
The wind blew my eyes red.
The train roared in.
I tasted the salty taste of tears on my lips and said.
"Okay."
Purpose: Some people are just there to meet.