When the chirping of cicadas tore apart the defeated midsummer, Chu Haitang's fingertips were touching the faded Starfield Lighthouse in the old photo album. That year, the spokes of Lu Jingxian's bicycle shattered the sunset, and the hem of his white shirt was lifted up by the sea breeze like a butterfly about to spread its wings. He taught her to catch fireflies in a glass jar, but on that day she sealed herself in the amber of memory. The shattering of the shell bracelet on his wrist at that time shocked not only the time in the cracks of the bricks, but also the unspoken words "break up."
Reunited seven years later, she was riding the sunset again amid the salty smell of the sea, but this time, there was only the collapsed lighthouse and the boy was no longer around her. On the bronze plaque on the desk, the neckline of the photo of the young man smiling openly is still stained with the blue pen water she splashed on it. Deep in the drawer, in the wishing bottle washed back by the waves, half a piece of burnt paper says: "Carve my name into the crack of the lighthouse, and you will hear my cry every night when the tide rises."
She caught the falling pyrotechnic sparks as the last cracks were filled with new glaze and the restarted beams cut through the dusk. The light that once burned in his eyes eventually became ashes that never cooled in the palm of his hand - just like the summer when he was cut off at the age of seventeen, he carried her to watch the lighthouse light split the waves, which had long since rotted into a salty romance on the beach. Every night when the tide rose and fell, the unfinished name was rewritten into the folds of the waves.
Intention: Be brave, the ending may be different