When I was 17 years old, I met you again. I didn't know what love was and what appreciation was. It was God's will that made me miss you. When I was 17 years old, I didn't understand love and let go of the beautiful youth that belonged to me. I don't know when there was a hazy figure in my life, which quietly penetrated into my bone marrow, blended into my blood, and occupied my heart. The 17-year-old one-man show is facing withering before it even begins, as if it is gone in an instant like a meteor shower...