Love, like wind and rain, wants to be surrounded by sunshine. We forget the throbbing at the beginning, so we don't know how to end it. In the end, breaking up is just an autumn greeting. All the entanglements, melancholy, trembling and anger, all the unexplained sins will go away, and it will suddenly clear up after a rainy season. Time has become the most poisonous antidote. After the pain has passed, I begin to integrate into reality and continue to talk about the future without you. In fact, the scenery of that future remains the same. We will find the right person to commemorate those who passed by in a hurry in our youth. Love or not is just a memory, turning into wind, rain, and the cloud you can see when you look up occasionally. Will it still accompany you in the sunset? Youth is a tuneless song, teasing every note that comes unexpectedly. No matter how passionate you are to compose it, you will eventually burst into tears. We followed the traces crushed by time, but it was still bumpy, and tears accidentally filled the memories.