Years are like poetry and memories are like dreams. In this stream of light, we meet the past and then part ways with it quietly. Every story is a whisper of time, and every character is looking for the lost warmth in the blurred light and shadow. The afterglow of the old days gently shines in the heart, soothing those traces that have long been blurred. Missing and meeting, love and parting are intertwined into a delicate net, tightly wrapping the heart. The light remains the same, and the past is like smoke. Only the emotion deep in my heart will quietly revive as time goes by and will never be erased.
Concept: the passage of time, the persistence of emotions and the impermanence of fate
