When we were young, we squandered everything we wanted, knowing there were always more important things waiting for us. At that time, we thought that everything still had a chance, it was still possible, we could go back and look for it, there was no need to rush. But when we grow up, we realize that not everything is waiting for us. When I look back, I finally understand that when we choose a path, some once important things have been lost...
When she was four years old, he said to her: Leaves must grow on trees.
When she was seventeen years old, she said to him: Ye Zi also has his own choice.
When she was twenty years old, she said: I lost my little white, that stupid little white.
When she was twenty-eight years old, she said to him: You are not my novice
Destiny is like the annual rings of a tree. After going round and round, can they return to the rainy south of the border and tell the unfinished story?