In the alleys of Jiangnan, the drizzle of sycamore trees corresponds to Li Qingzhao's saying that the sycamore trees also drizzle, but at dusk, every drop may be just a dream.
Times have changed, but the alleys remain the same, but the young man back then has long since changed. The leaves of the sycamore trees have fallen, so what is the date of return?
Intention: The regrets of youth turn into scars on the heart to remind those who come to cherish the word "treasure"