The joy of youth is always so green and childish
The wind blew by, blowing by a young man's unknown past. The dazzling aura of young Yu Jing cleared up all the rainy seasons in Lin Shen. Everything is changing, everything is changing quietly. The wild geese return south, the leaves turn yellow, the autumn wind blows, blowing away my heart
The story ends in tragedy, but I am not willing to accept it
Intent: Even if you hide in a corner, our story will not end