The long lane of Guinan Road is still soaked by the sun, and the thin green from the locust trees dyes the entire city of Ning'an. The sky is like a wordless love letter, which is secretly hidden in the delicate murmur of hyacinths. Life in the juvenile detention center was not easy. The lightless room, the hazy barbed wire, and the dark runway crushed all the youthful wantonness of the young man, and what was left was only the bleak reality. There is no light in the young man's eyes, and he no longer pursues the sun. He is like a dead tree decadent by time, no longer waiting for his other kind of spring.
It was about the retrieval of a dream. I have always longed to have the illusion of that dream again. There was a person there who I knew very well. His voice and character were very familiar to me. It was a hazy face, very far away, very out of reach.
"Azhi... I can't hold it any longer. Who are you and where are you?"
"Take me away, I'm tired."
There are no lights to illuminate the scenery on the river, and those who pass by have no boats to cross by themselves...
Intention: The sadness of fate