Just when we are about to mature, we are about to grow old again. Time always cannot bear to pass away like this. However, what are we left with? What we hold on to is just memories. In the end, we sigh: Life is like a road, keep going, keep going, what is at the end of the road?
Gu Xiao thought: If it had been another choice at that time, it might have been another life.
But everyone can only choose one.
When youth is lost,
When time flooded,
Those beauties,
Those pains,
Forget it or maybe again
Nothing