"Happy New Year, brother!"
It was the Spring Festival again. Li Tianxing sat on a bench and watched the fireworks take off, bloom, and disappear. Just like the young man's life, it had been brilliant and dazzling until the light finally dissipated. The young man slept forever in the heavy snow of that year. The young man slept very quietly. The heavy snow fell on him bit by bit, on his eyelids and lips, until he could no longer be seen in the snow, and the world was white again, as if he had never existed. Even if an ordinary boy would not be remembered forever, someone would always remember him.
"A Nian, I broke my promise."
Intention: Recall the past that you don't want to remember, the unrecognized love; don't cling to the past, don't forget the sorrow, and take him to the future.