The post-80s generation seems to have become an aging generation. We, the post-80s generation, have experienced the baptism of the times, our own transformation, and our own lives in a special era. Some things we have experienced have the mark of the times; some love we once longed for and cherished so much, but it also needs to withstand the test of time. Some people and some things slowly become blurred in this fleeting time, just like the person around us. Time flies, how will you and I go on? Who can tell me? This is my story and the answer I seek. And you, can you tell me what is the right choice?
Intention: Everyone, at every stage, has something they must carry. The passing years have left us with only those fragments, either joyful or sad. When we look back, can we not regret our original choice?