Remembering how young we were then, I loved to chat while she loved to laugh. The wind was in the tree tops and the birds were singing, and I don't know how I fell asleep, dreaming of falling flowers... In the blink of an eye, the "post-80s" have already grown up and our childhood has gradually faded away. But we who shuttle between skyscrapers still miss our childhood - that childhood which can never come again and will forever belong to the 1980s...