That beautiful young woman bloomed quietly in time, but her happiness, her coldness, and her world were forever buried in that rainy season. They cannot be forgotten for many years and have become the most painful, obscure, and most unopenable scars. In those green years, I saw him, I saw the past, I saw the painful past, I saw that gloomy junior high school, and finally, in her world, those past were no longer allowed, because, in the vast sea of people, I accidentally looked back and saw him, with tears streaming down my face. That sad girl left them that year, and did not appear in the vast sea of people. In the face, the face that has been soaked by time for many years seems to still be able to see the childish face of the past, the heart is so painful, and she has not let go of it for so many years. That love that is not love, and that girl, her most precious treasure, who was so young but so stubborn when she left, quietly late at night, those painful pasts come to mind one by one.