Song Jiayan's voice was unique. The lyrics and melodies he wrote always found an easy way into a person's heart.
Everything, it seemed, was as special as the man himself.
Xu Jiali and Chen Ming both listened quietly to Song Jiayan's new song, each picturing a scene entirely their own.
The recklessness of youth. Everyone once had a distant shore in their heart they could never reach.
They had charged forward, crashing headlong through life, only to end up licking their wounds alone.
Later, we grew into the people we are today.
It's hard to say if it's for the better or worse. This is just growing up.
"Who hasn't wasted some precious time? If a boy laughs, cries, grows tired, and says he wants to wander."
"Leaving behind the look of an adult, watching as the years draw their swords, there will always be someone who becomes your distant shore."
The three of them gazed into the distance.
