"You say spring comes out of dead trees, but I've been trapped in the middle of winter."
Xiang Zezhi hated the sweltering heat of summer, but many years later he suddenly missed the summer when he was 16 years old.
Zhong Wusheng longed for winter days with snow, but he never thought that one day he would no longer like to see snow.
Intention: After a long separation, reunion is followed by an eternal farewell