He had everything so-called, but he could not have the woman he loved most; she never thought that she would have love and family affection, but fate pushed her into this troubled world, drifting in the wind. When everything is revealed to the world, will you laugh at yourself for being so smart? You are so smart that you cut off all retreats. Who is laughing at you in the dark night? Whose embrace makes her cling to her, and who silently loves her behind her back? Who will accompany her throughout her life? She is not sentimental, but she cannot forget it.
Bury the past on the roadside, maybe the sweat in the future will irrigate a flower, a flower called memory.