A ginkgo leaf fell and landed on the young man's head. The young man lay in his grandma's arms, listening to her talk about yesterday's past, about the quiet times, and the time and space crossing the stream. If you are given a chance to choose again, will the ending change? Who is the boy? It's you, you are appeasing your younger self. Young man, if you go against heaven, will heaven protect you? Is the soul under the young skin already riddled with holes?
Intention: There will be time to ride the wind and waves, youth has no regrets, and get up from where you fell.
