Three years ago, the wind blew away the fog, not just the fog; it changed the sky, not just the sky; in the end, only a peach and plum was left, and only the unquenchable enthusiasm remained.
Three years later, I can't stop missing you. The hot residual warmth in my heart makes people want to be together forever as soon as they meet. But I can't predict what will happen next.
Concept: There are gaps in everything, that's where the sunlight comes in