Time is like a miraculous craftsman who can change the appearance of everyone in this world with a casual wave of his finger. Time flies and times have changed. Many years later, when we look back at it, we can still remember our appearance back then. How green we were in those green years? We have been modified thousands of times by time, but do we still retain some of our original intentions? If time gives us another chance, would we still be willing to walk the same path as before? Or are you meeting those people you wish you had never met in this life? Lin Qing in silence doesn't know, neither does Wen Wan who is sleeping, and all the people walking in the torrent of time may not know. We all leave the answer to time and let it lead us to the future direction. One day in the future, maybe the answer may not be what we want, and the scenery along the way may not be what we expect, but after all, it is our own life.
Those scenery, those people, and those objects will be deeply imprinted in one's life and become one's past, including the shock and pain buried deep in memory, hidden in the deepest place of heart and memory, until flowers bloom from the depths of the years.