We always circle in the crowd, eager to move forward, but we go round and round; we all once thought that the world was a thousand piles of golden snow, but in the end we found that it was just a swarm of triumphant bees; we also all bumped into each other from an early age to the present, only to find that many things can be marked by "ten years"; we once thought that lovers and best friends who had never been together before, but later we could sit together and drink as if we had never broken up. Life is like a whirlpool. We turn in and out. The water never deepens or becomes shallow. What has changed is us. Our persistence or insistence on letting go has made us lose each other. Ten years have passed. Is it still too late?