Years later, when the rain falls, Xu Nian will always think of the boy who handed the candy. It's just that the wind passed by silently, and the tide passed by without a trace, leaving only the name silently repeated in my heart, and the autumn when the fragrance of osmanthus spread over the desk, which I can never go back to.
Intention: The tide has passed without leaving a trace, and the lingering thoughts will last forever
