You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs. The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams... Jiang Xia once loved him secretly, to the point of being helpless, to the point of being humble - humble like dust, sinking into the soil, grinding into mud, turning into ashes, and blowing away in the wind... Some people say that a secret love is one who refuses to tell the truth, and one who pretends to be stupid until the end. A touch at a corner gave rise to extravagant hopes and greedy thoughts. As a result, my heart was broken and my wishes were given up. Until the still water ran deep, I picked up the fragments one by one and glued them together... Is it sadness or joy?