The silhouette of time is blurring day by day, and there are no familiar faces on the familiar streets. Be it the sorrow of love or the betrayal of friendship, they have all disappeared in the long river of history. I have gradually become very easy to be satisfied. Just like now, even just looking up at a blue sky makes me feel so happy. The clock is still turning, and gradually I can no longer remember the appearance of that person. Now I begin to meet you, him, and her. . . . . .