In Dark Bar, an unruly boy wearing black rivets stood in the spotlight, letting the deafening guitar sound echo in everyone's ears. Music, he said, was his dream.
A pure girl in a white dress walked into his heart gently like a spotless white rose. He said that falling in love with her was his destiny.
In the spring, summer, autumn and winter of that year in Beijing, he and she loved and hated each other.
We all work hard and have scars all over our bodies. This is part of our growth.
Purpose: To commemorate the Beijing where I lived.