Do Not Speak of Parting's Sorrow

Stories of youth are always faint and bittersweet. When we are young, we don't understand sorrow. The stories unfolding around us are always filled with haste and confusion. Before we even know better, the past has drifted away on the wind, forever beyond our grasp.

Time slips by. Looking back, can you still hear the years of my youth?

Yiyi, Xiaobei, Zhou Yue, and everyone I have let down, cherished, longed for... and... loved, can you hear me?

Thank you, Mo Bai, for those years when I was alive, for that heart-devouring love, and for you, the one I never dared to mention.

An old person's final call, made in the twilight of life: can I say goodbye to those people and those memories?