In the forest of high-rise buildings cast by layers of cement, strangers come and go around you like a horse-drawn carriage.
The wandering heart is wandering, and the wandering soul is wandering.
Who is it? Who is standing there, waiting for me to dock?
Meeting is by chance, but falling in love is inevitable.
It turns out that just because at the moment when our eyes looked at each other,
You and I have known each other for a long time.