"Autumn grass grows on the street every year, and the sun sets in the building every day."
The remaining memories from ancient times.
The vast and distant singing voice that kept echoing in my ears.
The falling red dancing silently.
That indifferent face that was familiar yet unfamiliar.
When the vague past is magnified over and over again;
When the heart-wrenching pain once struck again and again;
The distance between who and whom is so close, yet so far away, as if forever and ever... Cannot be touched.
"This old friend should not stop thinking about it, but Luo Hong speaks softly."