"What do you belong to?" "A dog." "You are a dog."
"Brother!" "Don't call me that, mother."
Wang Yao: "You have a good big brother." Jiang Wei: "You don't, just a little bit."
"..." "..." "I don't believe it." "It seems quite beautiful."
"I... Go..." Jiang Wei choked after sending Yun the last word.
"You?" "It's me"
Harvesting in autumn and storing in winter, across the world, you are a close friend and I am a close friend.
Intention: Still be free to yourself, and the world is sending Yun and Jiang Wei away.