Missing makes the old feelings warm and traps me in the empty city that I should have left long ago.

Some memories are burned, others are buried in the bottom of my heart, and the age of innocence is like running water across the golden age.

Don't wander under the tree, don't meditate in the rain, don't cry in the dark, look forward and don't look back. As long as you have the courage to face up to it, you will find that the haze of scores is just a short rainy season. Looking ahead, it is still a bright sky, which will not make people feel confused.

Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.