Memories are like an old lane, lonely and long. Every corner is full of emotion. Who do you miss? Wandering alone, writing a remnant chapter, spreading the years in my hands, in the depths of prosperity, I met a touch of sunset, hurriedly waved my sleeves, dragged my sad steps forward, and several bright lights were dim. Don't think about it, forget the antiques, and be stained with inexplicable sadness.