Life is a big dream, innocent and frivolous. When the squandered youth has become a thing of the past, you can remember how you were accompanied by sorrow in your beautiful years. The world is full of destruction, glory and neon, but still endless emptiness and loneliness. There is no difference between the struggle in reality and between men and women in love. They all suffer from love and are hurt by themselves. A hundred years later, there will be nothing but beautiful faces and white bones, and a pile of loess. I only hope that life will forgive and comfort you and me for the mistakes we have made. What did you see when you looked up at the sky for the last time?