You are the wind, the fleeting wind. At some point, Ye Jiayu began to look forward to autumn.
"The sea of rice everywhere reminds us of the autumn wind, and the late autumn sunshine adds a deeper filter to the rice."
"A few clouds grabbed the tail of the wind and moved it from one end to the other."
Later, he gently held her hand, and she said, "An Xing, I want to go see a snow scene." There was everything in the dream, so let's sleep. She saw the quiet night coming, and fell into that year, month, and day.
Intention: To give my life