I believe that there is something that will never disappear, like an ever-bright lamp, patiently waiting for the morning sunshine, and the soul will always bloom like a flower. Whether it is love, hatred, joys and sorrows, at an immature age, there is no time to show the weight of the years. Only in places where the sun is shining, flowers will bloom brightly and dazzlingly. However, in these years, turning over the pages of the old days, people come and go, and some people are destined to be passers-by in each other's lives, walking farther and farther away on the track of departure...