A song about the years in the world, a sigh about the fleeting years at the fingertips. The past is gone, and the old friends are old. What is to be written and what is to be said is already in the past from the beginning, and the past is not yet over.
Fu Yanxiu, Xiao Muyu, Xiaolaoer, Zhao Qingan, Liang Huaijin, Fu Yunjie, etc. The past is full of smoke and clouds, but it is still an old story.
The story is only a rough outline, and it can also be said that it has not yet been formed. Updates are slow, very slow. So it is a big, big pit, and it may be overturned and started all over again. I didn't want to post it now, but I'm afraid I won't write it if I don't (p-p) Forgive me.