Not all dreams have time to come true, and not all words have time to tell you. Walking alone on the worldly road, the green radish brushes the skirt of the clothes, and the blue clouds wet the promise. Mountains and water can be forgotten, and the sun and the moon can have nothing to do with each other. At that time, there was only one person's joy in the floating world, and one person's long flowing water. (Excerpted from the senior's virgin post on the school BBS, cheers senior↖(^ω^)↗)