Song Qingqian's life was shattered on his tenth birthday.
A car accident took away her father Song Lin, and also took away all the light in her childhood.
"Sangmenxing" has become a new brand,
She huddled herself into the shadows,
Until Jiang Ying knocked on the door with sunshine in hand.
"Tablemate." He called her,
"A Qian." He thought of her like this,
The diary is filled with trivial joys:
"A Qian smiled once more today",
"She has ginkgo leaves on her hair, so cute."
"In five days, you can marry my A Qian."
He is a light that cuts through the darkness,
Teach her to fall in love with this broken world again.
But fate is best at crushing tenderness into gold foil,
on the eve of the wedding
That diary filled with the future,
But it always stopped in the ginkgo rain at the end of October.
"Ah Ying, the love you left behind,
Enough to sew for a lifetime. "
After you left, every autumn was like a long farewell.
Intention: to live
