Time Flows Like Water

A magpie, its black-and-white tail feathers trailing behind it, circled in the sky for a while before returning to the bare ginkgo tree, chattering away. Who knows whether it was happy or sad. Who is Luoluo to me? I don't know. But I've always understood that when you're in a difficult place, you can't stop moving forward, and there's no room for complaints. You can only keep going. Yet time has quietly changed everything, leaving us unsure whether what we have now is really what we wanted. Luoluo is like that, Huihua is like that, and so am I. Some people want to return to the past, but I have already left the starting point. Theme: