Cheng Qifan once thought that life would always wait for a complete spring.
Later I realized that some people come to this world,
It's just a hurried journey, half warm, half cold, half happy and half regretful.
He looked up in the dust, hoped in the darkness,
Trying to catch a ray of light, trying to become a flowering tree.
But the world is vast and the years are hurried,
After all, he only possesses half of gentleness and half of desolation.
The wind passes without leaving a trace, but the boy remains the same.
It turns out that the most real human world,
It's never perfect,
It's about loving, hurting, and living seriously.
Intention: You may not be able to wait until the perfect spring in your life.
Maybe there is only half warmth and half regret,
But still living a serious life in the ordinary and broken.