Fireworks Fade Too Soon

I originally wanted to call it The Mirror of Wind and Moon: the beautiful woman on the front, history on the back. But then I thought I couldn't match the level of Dream of the Red Chamber, so I changed the description while listening to Jay Chou's songs. Listen to youth welcoming laughter, making so many people envious. The gentleness of history refuses to put pen to paper, too harshly. Fireworks fade, and people drift apart. And now you ask whether I still mean it. A thousand years from now, who will still be waiting, with love that has lasted lifetimes? Xie Jiao: I thought you were different from them. Xie Jiao: I thought we could keep walking this road together forever. P.S. Xie Jiao in this story belongs to a parallel-world setting and has little connection to the others. This is mainly a different way to bring my original idea to life. Message: The bustle of this world comes from loneliness.