Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of me, the afterglow of the setting sun, the rolling clouds, the rippling lake, the rain-like cherry blossoms, blowing in the wind, blowing my silver hair, and also blowing the memories of the past, memories that should not belong to me, tears, quietly sliding down the corners of my eyes... It is obviously a beautiful picture, but people can't help but want to cry together, can't help but want a heavy rain, can't help but want to die sadly. "I'm not a night charmer, no, no, never, no," I yelled crazily, wanting to erase this memory that would make me sad for the rest of my life, but the past was still vivid in my mind. If I had chosen to forget it in the first place...