Luoluo said, I forgot you like this, when the voice of the world forgets you. This is how I remember you, from the standpoint of forgetfulness. Remember you with my voice.
Her name is An Ning. Under the bustling lights, the bamboo bench under the camphor tree can no longer be found. She is peace. Among the voices of countless people, the familiar song "Best Losing Friends" can no longer be heard. The world is filled with fate, that shoulder that I want to bite in my dreams, that boy with the word "North" in his mouth. From boyhood to youth. The sky is far apart. I can no longer stand in front of him. See the sky is always blue. The north wind blows and time goes east. Year after year, it is difficult to dance in the north wind.