The Long Street Is Getting Late, and the Sea of ​​People Is Returning to the Shore

Nine years, eight women, from eighteen to twenty-seven, from campus love to starting a family, he lost a lot, missed a lot, accepted a lot, and grew a lot. Nowadays, the rain outside the window seems to be still falling, and the old memories still make him feel suffocated. Holding his pregnant wife in his arms, he finally understands that those regrets will not disappear, but they will recede like the tide, leaving wet traces, and then be blown dry by the happiness at hand.