The thread of love woven by the mulberry wind in late summer entwines the unfinished love between the two. Shen Mengran used the pen as a medium to paint all the tenderness towards Lin Wan into the mulberry leaves and cocoons; Lin Wan used the sound as a bond to hide each other's whispers into the lines of the recording pen. During their senior year of high school, they embraced each other under the cover of the moonlight and conveyed their thoughts through the chirping of cicadas, thinking that they could wait together until the spring silkworms emerged from their cocoons. But the pain of late autumn finally cut off the bond, and Shen Mengran stopped at the most passionate moment of love, leaving only the paper full of drawings and the lingering warmth. Many years later, Lin Wan was alone with Sang Lin, and the murmurs in the recorder were still as clear as yesterday. This love, as short as morning dew, eventually became a lingering thought with the fragrance of grass and trees for the rest of her life.
Intention: Cherish the people in front of you