Song Shiyan, a young accordion player, walked out of the Conservatory of Music and saw a familiar figure on the streets of Beijing. The figure that he had thought about for many years but had no echo appeared in front of him at this moment.
Wen Youan paused in his steps, his eyes sparkling with tiny stars, and the two looked at each other across the sea of people.
This time, Wen Youan ran towards her boy, and their bones hugged each other.
This time, they finally truly belong to each other.
Intention: My heart is facing the sun, so why should I be afraid of sorrow?