Have you ever thought about what it will be like in seven years? The people around me who hold hands, the friends who talk and laugh all day long, and the somewhat innocent and childish dreams. Everything slips away through the fingers with age; in seven years, maybe a lot of good things are no longer there, maybe the position in the heart has been replaced several times, maybe the temperature in the palm of the hand has become a thing of the past, maybe the faces around have changed again and again, maybe we have already had new dreams, maybe more lofty, maybe more practical, maybe we have forgotten to dream, or even forget to love. And when everything really can't be repeated, and it's no longer the flower season and the rainy season, what will happen to us when we look back seven years ago? Nostalgic, helpless, and still sneering. No one understands it but yourself. Suddenly looking back, I have grown old and my tears are empty. Just like the lush trees and flowers, although they fade and bloom year after year, the leaves are no longer the leaves and the flowers are no longer the flowers. Wandering between reality and dreams, even if it hurts a little, we would rather choose reality; without dreams, we may just have more nostalgia, but if we betray reality, we will be beaten miserably by it. But, words can. To me, they are just the opposite of us. They were severely thrown away by reality first, and then stood up strong. The process of standing up is probably far more exciting than falling and running. "Dream Weaving" has ended, but the dream continues. Not just theirs in the story, but mine, and yours. Let us look back together, no matter what kind of emotions we carry, pick up the most precious memory fragments that have been abandoned by us in the corner, splice them into pictures, and turn them into today's courage and heartfelt touching. The final part of "Dream Weaving" - "Eternal Looking Back", there is no time travel, past and present lives, eternal life.