In the passing years, some secrets will eventually be buried, while some people just want to dig them out. But time flies like flying flowers and rain, moving forward uncontrollably. Time passes quickly. There will eventually be someone at the next intersection to accompany you through life. I can't forget my dream in the fleeting years, but my dream has already held someone else's hand. Regardless of whether I was chasing after him crazily or just watching my back silently, all that will eventually pass.