I was about to graduate from college, but suddenly I was at a loss on the highway of life. However, I didn't think much about the future. I just looked back at the scenery I had passed. What I remembered, what I forgot, and what was plain were just an illusion of reluctance and memories of youth. In those years, you always said that I was extremely cold when I should be tender, and as tender as water when I should be cold. What is a boy like, what is a girl like, what is youth like? To this day, I still have no results... My name is Nian Mochen...