Chen Yang finally defined himself: like the wind, like a dandelion, with no fixed abode and no one to keep.
She met the love of her youth in the most proud and wanton year. There was no result, but she will always remember it.
Xu Huaichen is the spring and scenery in life, but not forever.
No one understands better than Chen Yang - there is no reason for a released pigeon to fly back.
Intention: Love is always there but love is not always there