You said that you always wanted to hold on to that memory, but you were afraid of the pain of being stabbed. You wanted to hide but were unwilling to look back. Remember that you liked Zhang Ailing, until after you left, the red rose no longer had the cinnabar mole on the heart, and the mosquito blood ruined the "moonlight in front of the bed". Marry a white rose. After a long time, the white rose will be like dregs on your collar. The mosquito blood on the wall is still vivid in your mind. As time goes by, the white rose will wither and you will no longer be able to hold the red rose. The clouds last night covered countless stars. Without last night's wine, there would be no you last night. Step by step, I walked aimlessly through last night without myself.