She walked aimlessly in the afterglow of the setting sun, her shadow stretched thin and long. The wind was mixed with the familiar smell of fireworks, and in a daze, the noisy and vivid past was still in front of me - a group of people once walked side by side on the loess slope, laughing and talking about the endless future. The sound of clinking glasses in the fireworks and the wanton running in the wilderness have become the warmest marks in my heart.
But time is cold and thin, gathering and dispersing are unpredictable. Some people are separated by mountains and seas as they walk, and their lives no longer intersect, and the distance is too far to cross; some people have blocked the door of their hearts because of a misunderstanding, and the unspoken grievances slowly build up a gap, and eventually drift away; some people leave unexpectedly, and stay in the old time forever, leaving only the appearance in memories that makes people miss; some people are wrapped up in reality, going their separate ways for studies and livelihood, and they disperse to the end of the world after hastily saying goodbye...
Intention: Regrets and fetters gathered in the years