The autumn wind blows across the sea, stirring up huge waves. Is it us or youth that makes the waves so magnificent?
"Do you remember him?"
"I don't want to remember him. Why do I still remember him? Isn't it said that time is good medicine?"
The rock formations on the coast are getting smoother, but the memory still lingers in my mind.
Zhou Qianxi made a wish on the sky-filled balloons, and her wish was to spend every New Year's Day with Guan Cheng.
"Zhou Qianxi, don't look back. Are you going to fall twice in the same place?"
"I can't forget it, Chenchen. I know there's nothing worth liking about him, but I just can't help thinking about him."
"Zhou Qianxi, look out the window."
The sky was full of fireworks, and Zhou Qianxi saw Guan Cheng saying Happy New Year.
I wanted to see you one last time, but unfortunately the crowds of people blew away the last trace of the bond.
From now on, the world is far apart.
Intention: The prodigal will never look back, or will he never look back for me?