If I pick up a pen to write for you, will the memories also have a hint of sweetness?
In an era when he was not understood, Lin Wan also longed to be with his sister Lin Chan for a long time, but everything was just a trace of blood and tears.
The summer sunset has long since set, and the cicada chirping in late summer has long stopped. There is no point in trying to stay, because even staying can't be done.
Intention: If I could see their happiness