There is always a dark cloud in my heart, sometimes violent storms, sometimes beautiful rainbows. That day, he let go of the loneliness in his heart and walked into the distance; that year, the noisy firecrackers sounded again in the small town, and the familiar figure was no longer seen; Fei Yan's letter disrupted Qihei's peace; Xiao Wu said: "Everyone has a desolation in their hearts, when one day the magpie comes. Maybe, that will be my winter!" Under the dim street lights, the dancing shadow looked at the falling white snow with joy, and cried. Luo Tianliang closed the window, and the drizzle wet the old factory. Zhong Ying'er smiled: "When you said that the day I grew up, I couldn't look back. It's a pity that you also "died"..."
Concept: In fact, every story has its own narrative, whether it is sad, happy, sweet, or painful... But we will always miss the time that we can never get back, and we can't guess the ending. We also try to write every step of our life until we pass away...