At six o'clock in the afternoon, the flight took off and he left the city with six years of memories.
Since then, he has never set foot in Jiacheng.
The evening breeze blows gently, and the clouds scatter in all directions
The old man in charge of cleaning the cemetery slowly squatted down, brushed off the fallen leaves on the tomb, and revealed a sentence engraved on the tombstone.
"I would rather scatter into the wind with my memories than linger in oblivion."
Intention: Love each other well