Talking about your youth, those long years that are remembered or wasted, what words would you use to describe them? I have endured the pain and stubbornness of the scorching sun, and I have tasted the affectionate loneliness of drinking alone under the moon. Between my peers and the adult world, I carry missions and responsibilities through the sharp edge and youth of a lifetime. One day, the maturity of my mind and the evolution of my physiology will prompt me to cherish my youth in the foggy years and remember the splendor of the moonlight thousands of miles away and the sky thousands of miles long. (Fog number: comes from "The Book of Songs", a common saying in the Jiangnan area, referring to a sad feeling)