Fireworks in Time

On that winter day of that year, would you still think of those people, whose smiles once stood in the turbulent years, and how many years later, Lin Xiang was still unable to steer his pure heart? In the desert, the empty no man's land, a dry heart has lost a pot of water. The dreams of childhood, the companionship of youth, and the love of youth were all lost that winter. If time could go back to that winter and stand at the fork in the street in their memories again, would they, as young people, have another choice, with resolute determination, and their 16-year-old green years, heading towards another kind of prosperity? But the years have never listened to anyone's devout prayers, and the memory is entangled with the origin of the dream. If we could come back again, would our youth not have so many regrets and partings?