At the end of summer in Chichuan, the melancholy sadness is suppressed with the most low-key rhythm. The story of a boy and a girl, with gray images, highlights the confusion of young people, and pierces the death of summer with the fragility of the confused age. In the last thirteen days of summer, the faces of the blurred young men who faded away quietly were all diffusely reflected in a large area of light and shadow called Xia Death. The death of Xia in Chichuan has never been described. Covered in the indifference of crying without tears, COPY the loneliness of a whole rumor: ... The greatest sadness is not the loss of the soul. The living world continues to cry...