After passing through the years of youth, there are several spring breezes, and the city is full of flowers falling as you look back. Who is still in the city when the rain falls, waiting for that person to row a small boat, one person and one city for a lifetime, passing by in a hurry, but you are always the only one. Outside the mountains, the river moon is still hazy, I can see the autumn wind thousands of times, and only remember your face. This is my ten years, the picturesque ten years of youth.
Intent: Romance