The color of kites - the sky above the Chinese world, the criss-crossing world, behind the black lonely wind. Firework-like flames pass through the fine sunlight, quickly across the crowd, and come to you. Those deep loves, those white roses that meander out enchantingly in loneliness. It's like the uneven colors blooming in this cold world. Moist and thick, it resides in my heart and entangles itself in my life. Will you also see the same flames, stagnation and spread? In the fleeting years of loneliness, I turned around and smiled at you, until the fireworks ignited on the edge of the cliff burned me out.