The sea of people is vast, and each person is as small as a mote of dust.
Ordinary you and me, an ordinary encounter, who would have expected that this would be the turning point that changes our lives.
You said, how can I, an ordinary person, deserve to be so good as you?
I said, as a mediocre person, if I miss you, I will miss the most beautiful scenery in life.
That year, at the intersection where the phoenix flowers bloomed, there were partings, sorrows and joys, the rushing seasons passing by, and the abundant remaining years of the blazing youth.