In the evening breeze of autumn, the ding-dong of bus No. 201 Arrived at the stop, and he stepped onto the beginning of fate, the place he was looking for everywhere. The collision at the entrance of the university, the smell of strawberry bath in the same dormitory, the wind blowing away our smell, but the destiny will not end after all.
"I tried to catch the wind, and I tried to catch you."
"If we can't meet, let the wind bring us together."
Concept: Sweet with a slight bitterness