Thousands of paper cranes fly over the fifteen-year-old night,
Carrying back the dawn that belongs to them.
"Xia Yunchu, you don't have to follow anyone else's footsteps, you are already very good."
Those years spent huddled in paper cranes were covered by Ji He's lonely courage.
"Ji He, thank you for your hard work."
The unspoken love scattered in the rainstorm was caught by Xia Yunchu's "thank you".
In an unknown corner,
The blue paper crane shines brightly,
It seems that I want to continue writing a new story.
Purpose: to save