The sky is high and the clouds are pale, the years are passing like water, and in this lonely life, I can only see the traces of time between my fingers...
It's 2011 now, and the New Year's bell is slowly ringing. Fireworks bloomed gracefully in the sky, and petals fell like rain. The night sky is like a colorful garden, and the colorful fireworks are as gorgeous as colorful silk.
But the disappearance is only a matter of a moment, a moment of beauty, a moment of brilliance.
Is love like this bright firework, blooming in the black and lonely night sky, dazzling for a moment, like an illusion, gradually dissipating in the torrent of time, leaving no trace?
At that time, I looked at Qiao Yihang's distant name, and my heart became inextricably knotted.
Yihang, it has been five years since you left. After such a long time, don't you still want to come back?
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