Eight years, at the intersection of past and future.
There are some stories I want to tell you,
About the confusion, decadence, struggle and unyielding of youth.
These eight years are nothing more than eight characters: live and die.
People who spent those young years with me, when you read these stories, please smile knowingly. Those passing years, unpredictable fate, and fate's tricks have long become a thing of the past, and now they are just a sigh. And all the fear and humility will gradually fall asleep and become invisible in the quiet and noisy world.
The person who will spend the next years with me, I am here waiting for you.