The wind blows through the world of mortals, and the flowers bloom like lotuses. Inadvertently, time passes by minute by minute, day by day, month by month, and year by year. It is the sixth month of the lunar calendar again, and my birthday is coming again. In a flash, it has been three years of my life. When people reach middle age, they feel one year older when birthdays are celebrated. Birthdays are a reminder that they are contrary to youth. There is always a feeling that flowers are the same every year but people are different every year... The first time I met Cao Wei, there is no sound in my memory. It was like a malfunctioning movie that unexpectedly stopped halfway through. What was frozen on the screen in the darkness was an unexpected scene. There are no words that are finished, and there are no things that are done. Only a melancholy blank remains.
