In the middle of the day, let's just say, "me" and "me" and "me" and "me" and "me" and "me" and "me" and "me" and "me" and "me" and "me" and "me" and "me". I'm in charge of my taste, my style, my location! "the magic of love is that it makes two people in love/sweet/sweet like a meadow feeling/sweet sweetness / every nerve from the tip of the tongue to the bottom of the body / you're not with me / i really want to tell you / i still love you..." do you remember this sentence, and remember the smile on ta's face? How long have you not stopped, read your mind and taste life, day after day, sometimes without seeing the direction? Like plum's sourness and sweet sugar; tea's elegance and coffee's thickness; sky's wide and rainbow's brightness! Come on, let's take you to the colourful heavens and earth. When i was a young child, “i'm riding a bamboo horse around my bed to make plums” and when i grew up, “i'm getting more familiar, i can't help myself”. Thus, the years flowed, and between the hopes of the “mei” and the “brows”, the “mei-eyed” emerged. It contains our memories of youth, and it speaks of our romance。