We walked forward with our bags on our backs, stumbling. Are you walking on your own, or are you being forced to walk by something?
Xiao Yao, who was blowing the wind by the fence, would not have thought that because of his once again bad heart, he would completely disrupt his pace again...
Memories are like yellowing oil paper, and photos that have not completely lost their clarity reflect the past.
A few years ago, in the summer. The cicadas are extremely dry and dry, and the water vapor covers the embankment at dusk, giving them a sense of freedom. Conceit and cowardice merge, perseverance and escape are accomplices. In such absurd and reasonable days, two people who are incompatible with each other bump into each other.
Knocked unconscious.
But now, it seems that time has stopped.
Intention: May everyone have the courage to move forward