On the cool mint streets, there are memories of us and you, strolling every night in summer, riding bicycles, feeling refreshed, and making promises. Ten years later, I began to remember you and look for your traces and figures. Have you disappeared? In the thirteenth summer full of mint, I found you accidentally, with your name engraved on a tombstone - Shen Yao
Intention: Nostalgia may not necessarily bring you back to the past