When I was young, I always thought that the excitement would last forever and my best friends would never be separated. A gust of fifteen-year-old evening breeze brought a group of young people with them. They share the same unopened youthful thoughts, promising to be side by side year after year, thinking that their youth will never end. Later, the mountains were high and the roads were far away, and the people were divided. The different life trajectories of studying, making a living, and diluting the close bonds in the past. All encounters in the world are temporary. Some remain in memories, some stop halfway, but some are always by your side. The story has nothing to do with vigorous love, but only records a long period of time.
