We each went our separate ways ten years ago. Perhaps, the agreement is the best memory. Mao'er is still proud. After ten years, he can't forget the person in his memory. Looking back on the original agreement, he feels warm and happy. Ten years later, the gorgeous car was driving on the road, and the boy in the car was holding his chin and looking out the window. When he returned to the city he remembered, his appearance had already changed. Looking out the window indifferently, looking at the scene of being left far behind by the car with indifferent eyes, maybe the memory of ten years of sleeping has been opened again, and there is a faint bitterness in my heart. . . . . .