She was once called Shen Nian. She grew up in midsummer and was covered in scorching heat.
Later, her name was Shen Shenyao, and she was in the wilderness, with only a few people left.
One day, she told a story about her "friend."
She said that on the first day of adulthood, that friend deleted all files about him.
She said that some thoughts will only be empty in the end.
I looked at the empty fog in her eyes and slowly understood——
She was not talking about her friends, but about herself called Shen Nian.
It was she who was so passionate in her youth,
It was also she who walked through that ending called regret alone.
Intention: I have written the years into a poem, and you are the most colorful stroke in the poem.