At the end of the round dance, everyone has passed by. After all, it is a watery moon purifying flowers, and the slight coolness has not yet arrived. Those obscure and gloomy words can never express the love and hate parting that comes like snow. A woman says she loves and then doesn't love her anymore, that's how she changes like an alienated cat, performing a complicated and enchanting love; a woman grows from a girl to a woman, sinks in love, and ultimately cannot escape the fateful entanglement, like a gorgeous flower blooming in that season and then disappearing. For a man to wander between two women like this, he has already been doomed. In such a prosperous age, such a love was once in full swing, but I just watched with cold eyes, with a bright face and a big smile...