One bright afternoon, the girl was lying on the sofa, holding a magazine in her hand. She suddenly sat up and shouted to the man busy in the kitchen, "Chen, did you know that in Taoist language, 'star' refers to hair?" In that age of flourishing flowers and heroic youth, I wanted to come here on horseback, but my hair was messed up. I always thought that as long as I didn't think about it, I could forget it and get rid of it. Get rid of the past, get rid of the boy wearing a white shirt standing in the shade of the tree and smiling at me. But after so many years, I always hear him yelling and questioning me in the middle of the night: Why, why... Over and over again. It's like a curse, keeping me from living in peace. The sunset was dyed red with blood, there were a few scattered stars on the horizon, and the song playing on the radio was... Li Ge