Looking back, you are white in the wind, leaning on the summer tree, smiling lightly, this is the origin;
Sese, I stand in single clothes, wandering around silently, and as far as I can see, you are no longer there;
We will eventually become what we should be;
So in this case, it is better to go back, there will be no pain and no more entanglements;
Just go back and stop.
But are we willing?