"Yao Yao spirit phoenix, long and long return." I think about it for a long time, but it always goes against my wishes. There is no end in sight, when will it fly?
When the young man with a vaguely familiar face told his age, I suddenly realized that I had spent nineteen years here. Nineteen years of ice, nineteen years of sadness and resentment, nineteen years of time wasted. During these nineteen years, I would repeat the same dream every day, repeating every disaster that I could not escape.
Staring at the innocent and simple boy in front of me, it seems like meeting that person happened yesterday. But the old friend is no longer here.