Sunshine, flowers, cicadas chirping, birds chirping, we meet in the most beautiful years; true love, falsehood, calculation, use, in the end, is it tears or smile? Life is like a dream, white clouds and gray dogs, right and wrong, love and hate, but in the end the sun and the moon are silent, the running water has no trace, and the only thing that is hard to abandon is just a little bit of obsession.