This group of people in the 1960s and 1970s has become the foundation of society and the backing that the younger generation can rely on. It is solid and complete. However, the parents of the younger generation of parents are becoming increasingly blurred like a blurred background, like a distant dusk, or like a broken sail. The ruthless years sent them the final reminder: the curtain of their history is slowly falling. What traces will this passing generation leave behind? Who will remember them, or is there no need to remember them at all, but rather feel their glory in the cultural heritage and see through their illusions? Do their immortal souls shelter their descendants in kindness, or do they travel through the past and present to show ferocious power?
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