On the far shore, flowers are blooming, but unfortunately it is no longer what it once was. Yang Xuan, you said that the breeze can't blow away the fleeting years, and the sunshine can't let my days go by. But I just hope that the years will be quiet and the breeze will not blow away our love.
This is a story triggered by a class reunion. How should this farce end? Yangxuan, I'm waiting for your answer.
Concept: human nature