Midnight·white Moonlight

That long-forgotten opening scene, that long-lasting dream of the past. In the past, there were pink cherry blossoms drifting in the wind, and red roses climbing over the iron fence. On a moonlit night. Your face and her eyes are equally clear. It was the most beautiful scene in the beautiful years. The first time I saw you, the first time I got to know you, the first time. No matter how far I go in the future, I will remember you. You are the graceful and bright flower in my tender years, pouring down from the moonlight, brightening my years. From now on, you are still your Chuan, and I am still my Ya.