When I was young, you were my brave and heroic childhood sweetheart, and I was your gentle and gentle bamboo horse.
When you were 17 years old, you missed an appointment on a crazy Sunday. There was no news and you disappeared from the world.
Six years later, the bamboo horse has grown into a wild horse, but he still yearns for the green plum that makes him both sweet and sour.
Finally, on another chaotic Sunday, they ushered in the long-overdue success.
Intention: Love determines the embryo, from one to the end