I still remember those years, A small southern town, Trees swaying in high summer, an old triangular cassette player, Only a single spot, letting us 2Bs keep youth going, The seaside, the balcony, cassette tapes, cicada songs—everything so cozy.

Three years have passed, The Tibet return trip has been postponed for three years, Wu Bai’s concert was postponed for three years, It’s open now, Can I slowly measure this world next year?

Beijing . /Beijing