Life is like a train that keeps moving forward. Some people get on the train and some are destined to get off.
It's time for me to get off Xiang Wan! ——Mu Chubai
In the middle of winter when the evening breeze blew across the Pujiang River, he walked through the cheap commercial street wearing a heavy beige coat. In a most inconspicuous bar, he met a man who played the guitar and sang soulfully. He heard that his name was Xiang Wan.
On that midsummer day when the cicadas were chirping noisily, he wore an expensive haute couture suit and walked into the cemetery filled with flowers. Among the tombstones, I saw a photo of a smiling boy in a white shirt, and heard from my wife that the fan's name was Mu Chubai.
He doesn't love him, but he loves him terribly.
He didn't know him, but he could tell all about him.
He didn't take the initiative to see him until he died, and he didn't wait for that day until he died.
He is Xiang Wan and he is Mu Chubai.
Intention: secret love and sacrifice