Many years later, during many ups and downs, and unpredictable moments of life and death, he would always unconsciously think of that smiling face with the warm color of the spring afternoon sun. As time went by, such a long memory did not fade away, but became more and more vivid as yesterday. It seems that from the first time they met, the young man was clearly engraved in his heart by the light like broken gold, bit by bit.
Time is like a huge hourglass, omitting the so-called past all the way. When the thousands of sails have passed, he stands alone on the top of the mountain, looking at the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains at his feet, with the strong wind blowing against his face. Can he still remember the original past?
What do I want? Hold your hand.
Every year it becomes greener and softer every year.
What do I want? Together they grow old.
After death, he returned to the earth and was buried... In the barren hill.