Over the whole summer, what I saw was the rising smoke of war;
I have been waiting for the whole summer, and what I am looking forward to is strange eyes;
There is a young man who inexplicably gets involved in this troubled world, messing up a pool of spring water and getting involved;
There are idiots who resolutely give up on love, and the music and paintings of the past fade away and drift away;
What remains are only the black and white eyebrows on the paper, the cold green kite on the chest, the vast landscape of Mengqiu, and a word in my ear.
I promise to love you forever.