This is the third year of correspondence between Mr. Lin and Ms. Shen.
At first, the mailbox at the door, which had been dusty for a long time, came irregularly, so that Ms. Shen did not know about it.
I don't know that soft as a gurgling stream,
As clear as melted water from mountain glaciers,
The love hidden in the mouth and flowing on the fingertips.
Day after month, month after year.
When the mailbox was filled with 52 letters from the same person, the small door of the mailbox was opened, and Mr. Lin's love finally saw the light of day.
Concept: Love is the storm surge after time has settled