In all the time wasted over three years of high school, the one person Zhou Ansheng can remember is probably the girl named Wu Luocheng.
Their classmates liked to tease them about their names. "Ansheng" and "Luocheng" always brought to mind the line, "From whose home does a jade flute send its hidden melody, scattering through the spring breeze across Luocheng?" The years ahead stretch long, yet I buried this verse of homesickness in my heart, sealing it away forever beneath the earth of love.
Zhou Ansheng will never forget the girl who once appeared in his past. But what cannot be returned to will never stay.
Wu Luocheng still vaguely remembers that, during those dull three years, a boy gave her a glimmer of light. It was so hard to grasp, yet she longed for it all the same.
Life's road is long, and my longing for you has already spread everywhere. But when the timing is wrong, in the end, you cannot love anyone.
