That day, the drizzle could not wash away that touch of red, white hair and red clothes. That was the first time we met him!
Endless drizzle, endless lamentation, the memory can be forgotten, but where does the deep imprint in the heart come from?
You didn't know me ten years ago, and I won't know you ten years from now. Did the young man on the wolf's back enjoy Anwar's life for a day?
In this world, there is no longer a slender young man named Anhua. Some things, if they are missed, they will be passed.
The face that can never come back is just a dream in the prosperous world. When I wake up from the dream, I am left with only the sadness in my heart.