Those sentences as light as water penetrate every nerve. We have laughed like this before, we have cried like this before, but in the end it ended lightly. Will the end of the painting still reveal the years of serious injury and the numerous traces? When we walk through every piece of land, what is recorded is the memory or the future we are pursuing... Whose shadow is in that sad corner; whose tears are there by the happy lotus pond. Who is heartbroken for whom, who is heartbroken for whom, and who has escaped "God's will"? None of us are persistent people, but we are all obsessed with the mark of impossibility. In the end, we cannot forget, in the end we remember. Our hearts wander to the end of the world, and we cannot escape...