A letter I couldn't send when I was 18, a love letter 11 years late.
[Jiang Xiangzhou x Bai Guan]
Our meeting as a teenager lasted throughout the rest of my life. The summer wind made the wind chimes ring, and my longing for you was silent.
From the time we met when we were young, we have been running with the wind for three years. On the day the two of them parted, they said goodbye, meaning that I would see you again next time. The vows made back then dissipated with the wind of youth, but that goodbye was also the last time. Everything Bai Guan left behind, including Jiang Xiangzhou, was his relic. 'The cicada chirping in my memories became thinner and thinner, and finally turned into a dead leaf.
Five years after Bai Guan's death, Jiang Chaizhou received an email from his lover who was always 24 years old. A diary served as a bridge for dialogue between 29-year-old Jiang Chaizhou and 16-year-old Bai Guan across time and space. After eight years of unrequited love, he died again at the age of 24, bringing this eight-year period to an end. The 37-year-old Jiang Chaozhou chose to meet his lover again. Sacrifice for love has never been an ancient legend.
When I opened my eyes again, what I saw was the bridge I used to walk on when I was 17, and what I met was my 17-year-old lover.
The rain in summer is lingering, the wind is full of blazing love, and the unfinished journey of that parting summer is long and has no end.
The cicadas chirped as the day continued, which was deafening. From then on, our story had no sequence.
Intention: You are my blessing in two lifetimes