Rainy night. Bus stop. A copy of "The Little Prince".
There are stars hidden in his lens, and moonlight lives in her words.
365 Unsent photos, an unspoken operation,
On the platform where we first met, the long-exposure heartbeat finally emerged——
"Want to get lost together?"
"On each other's planets."
Intent: True love is not about staring at each other, but watching loneliness together and planting roses in the wounds.