When I was young, I was always too stubborn, never willing to bow my head, and always unwilling to make even the slightest so-called concession.
In fact, we don't know, but our self-righteous pride has caused us to miss too many things.
We are getting older, and some people and things have gradually become blurred.
The people we have missed, we inadvertently think of when we dream back at midnight,
That scene at that time can never be returned to.
At this moment, in this scene, is it safe at the end of the world?
Conception: