At the age of 19, I fell in love with the sky for the first time.
Falling in love with Ningyuan, falling in love with the ethereal spirit, and
That lingering blue memory.
There is me and him in the memories,
It's a pity that only the sour tears like figs are left.
Everything everything,
Like a gust of wind,
passed,
The feeling faded away.
Xinyu, Xizhe, Yixiang
Are we still entangled in past lives and present lives?