In the first half of Xiang Qingyou's life, she encountered too many people and things. When she was over thirty, she was sitting in the park under the sunset, with scenes of busy traffic and people coming and going... At that time, she loved, hated, struggled desperately, and accepted her fate. In the end, there was only a sigh: feelings are like a sun rain, half of them are gorgeous in the sun, and half are confused in the wind and rain. They can't change the beginning, and they don't know where they are going.