In the cold wind of that July, I was wearing heavy makeup. When I held your hand for the first time, I pretended to be experienced. I waited for you to say something, for you to tell me that I was beautiful. Oh, really, I truly did. This is a golden melody from films and television - "July" by Jiang Yingrong. In the cold wind of that year, I wore heavy makeup. When I held your hand for the first time, I acted as if I had been through it all before. I waited for you to speak, for you to tell me that I was pretty.