The fireworks of the world are curling up, the streets are a little deep, and my heart is like dust. I am walking in the world of mortals, experiencing the wasted time, neither sad nor happy, just to meet you, but finally lost in the mortal world, so all the things that I could not let go of are all Turned into sand in the hand, scattered in the wind, even if nothing can be kept, I will risk my life to protect it... I also carefully placed that heart in your hand, until one day I saw its broken traces...