Algorithm engineer Al Heisen was forced to transfer to Barcelona.
Sun, beach and Mediterranean Sea, everyone is looking forward to adventure here,
But here he is following the rules, working nine to five.
Until that day, he met Kawei by chance,
With red hairpins, amber eyes, and lake-blue feathers tucked behind her ears,
And when I breathe close to myself, the fragrance of white tea hits my face,
Why did he still taste sweet on his lips after drinking so much wine?
The owner of the pizza shop said that Kavi was an architect.
But this man drew a portrait of Alhaysen on an old newspaper and gave it to him.
I smiled at him and said thank you very much, art is alive today because of him.
Kawei has a burn scar on his left shoulder.
He didn't mention it, and Elhaysen didn't ask.
Later, Kawei said that the look in Elhaysen's eyes,
Hotter than the tongue of fire licking his shoulder,
Like thousands of ants gnawing at the heart, it hurts and itches,
It's unbearable and impossible to stop.
Elhaysen couldn't tell.
It is Barcelona that makes me lose myself.
This is the person whose destiny coincides with his own unexpectedly.
[HE; Modern background is purely overhead]
Intention: Love has nowhere to hide
