In this way, life blooms into quiet and noisy waves in the ocean of time. It seems to be endlessly prosperous, but in the end it is washed away into loneliness again and again by the waves of time. From then on, it becomes calm, leaving only a quiet harbor under the moonlight. When the sea breeze blows by, it is a little depressing and dull. The sound of "whoosh-whoosh-" wind passes by, accidentally leaving behind a large blank black and white lens, staying in a lonely attitude. If you have already forgotten, you have already forgotten it here - under the harbor of time.