In the snowy and cold winter, in the vast rivers and lakes, if you don't want to die, you can only rely on each other for warmth. We are so different, but we are so the same. For us, fate is nothing, it is just a handful of sand under our feet. We are just little people, but each of us is a unique big person. Sometimes when the wind breaks through the waves, the clouds and sails are hung directly across the sea. The youth is young and the youth is wild. At dusk, I turn around and look back. The traces behind me disappear step by step, leaving nothing but the wind around my fingers and endless longing for each other.