He is a warm current that passes through the heart, adding warmth and moisture. That was the young man in white clothes in my memory, wearing bright clothes and getting angry with his horse, riding his horse and whipping his whip. She is a ray of sunshine, traveling through the four seasons and stepping on thorns. Firm and bright. That period of youth has gone by for many years, but I don't regret it. Memories come overwhelmingly, filling the sky, tasting both bitter and sweet~~