Sunset, seaside, beach, fireworks, music, beer.
People always like to use the chirping of cicadas on the sycamore trees in hot summer to describe youth, memories and long-cherished heartbeats, but the gentle romance can also be found on the salty beaches of late spring.
So young man, are you still as passionate as before?
The messy hair, the beating heart, the racing thoughts.
They are the butterflies of love in spring and summer, the warm wind that never blows away in autumn and winter, and each other who will scratch our hearts even if we are apart for a second.
If we were to tell their stories in layman's terms, it would probably be:
[I like wind, flowers, and rain; I like roads, snow-capped mountains, and grasslands; I like springs in the forest, boats on the sea, and lights in the city; I want to feel the first ray of light in the morning, but even more, I want to hold your hand and touch the sunset sky.
Intention: to be added
