The afternoon sun is slightly drunk, and under the blue sky and white clouds, we squander our youth and shed our youthful tears and laughter wantonly. Those sad and joyful things gradually fade away under the influence of the time machine. Many of the memories and images have been completely forgotten, and some have settled, settled, and have been branded as cinnabar in the heart.
After ten years of life and death, it is better not to meet again than to see each other again. If one day I can still stand in front of you, I hope to tell you how much I miss you.