"You're still a kid, you have to remember to grow up."
Zhang Yuanyang's words were addressed to He Xiaobai. They were also his expectations for himself and his regret for Liu Shuyu.
Time is like riding on the wind, no matter how many winters and summers the white clouds linger, and how many spring flowers bloom on the trees.
Day, night, month, year.
Sometimes it's just a word, a look, a smile...
Countless times, the fog has been blown away, the clouds have been blown away, and the rain has been blown away.
Countless of us, our souls trapped in "I", are constantly questioning the answer to our fate in the midst of separation.
Concept: Youth means variability, and the color of youth is determined by oneself.