The sweetness of that night,
was the two green-skinned sugarcanes stuffed into his arms when he sang “Plum Jam.”
The sourness,
was when a fan said their first love was Rainie Yang, and he jokingly transferred 200 yuan for “jealousy.”
The saltiness,
was the sweat stinging his eyes while singing “Dark Horse,” as he put on sunglasses and kept roaring.
When the show ended, the lights of tens of thousands of phones gathered into a galaxy on the ground.
That impromptu, imperfect summer night became our shared, glowing parenthesis.