In a summer that is far away and will never come back, there are some words that have not been spoken, some emotions hidden in the heart, the bustling crowd, the noisy life, everything is like a long, endless road, but there is always an unexpected end point.
Standing at the end and looking back suddenly, that summer has evaporated under the bright sun, and the years have blurred the face in the wash of time. When everything has faded, I still can't forget the vague and warm smell--mixed with sweat and tears and the smell of Qili incense floating in the wind--