Falling Flowers Have No Intention, Flowing Water Is Also Ruthless

In those years, we chased girls together; in those years, we wasted our youth together; in those years, we were barren years together; in those years, we were rebellious together; in those years, we chased madness together; in those years, we recalled growth together. Those years, it turned out, were just those years. Once, it was unforgettable; once, it was scarred all over the body; once, it was lingering in the soul; once, it was as if it was far away. One person, one world, one life, one memory.