On the morning of the first day of school, Wei Xiao, a transfer student, met his "wind" for the first time. The heart under the rock shell was gradually exposed over the years, but at the same time, the wind was flowing and soon drifted to other places. We can only trace his traces along the remaining dust carried by the wind, walking with time, and finally reshaping, touring the familiar feeling
Intention: Rocks will weather into powder, then I will collect them and find your breath