The fleeting time in my memory is like a dazzling summer day when the roses are in full bloom, so noisy yet so lonely. At the end of time, we turn around with tears in our eyes, only to realize that what remains is only the fleeting and phantom death of this world. And the silhouette of your smile in the distance is already a paradise that cannot be returned to... I have been pure white, bloomed, betrayed, moved, loved, hurt, cried, and stupid. It turns out that I love you more than myself...