Going to see Sayram Lake, I’ll run there 🩵

After four months, I’m still craving that blue of Sayram Lake. Flipping through the photos from the summer road trip to Sayram Lake, my heart still skips a beat 💙 At that moment, I had the urge to dash straight to the lakeside as soon as I opened the car door. Thinking back, it still feels so vivid. The wind carried the scent of fresh grass, the lake was a crystal-clear blue, and as I ran, my skirt and happiness fluttered high together. More than four months have flown by in a flash, and I keep flipping through the photos on my phone, feeling like I haven’t had enough of that blue. Sayram Lake, see you next time. I want to run wildly toward you again, stepping on the meadow!