The city in the backlight of late summer was his heyday, and the stranger's dusk opened a slight coolness underfoot.

  In this prosperous and peaceful year, I guard the empty city, lightly humming and singing a quiet song of red dust. As for you, I only have one sentence: update speed is n times faster than other stations, with fewer ads.

  You are the lingering flow in my heart, also the young man who made me bitterly smile and ponder over the coolest emotions of the vast sea and the changing world.

  The wind is a bit cool, and memories that surge like tidal waves are even more wrapped in real pain, pounding against the heart wall.

  Delayed memories awakened, like a sarcastic remark to the unbearable gorgeous ****, stabbed in the heart one by one, piercing through the soul.

  That year, on that day, the boy and girl in the hazy rain curtain.

  Her flaxen hair tips were slightly dampened by the fine rain threads.

  After celebrating her BFF's birthday, she got drunk and walked dizzily in the dimly lit alleys.

  Attracted by the sound of the alleyway passing by, perhaps it was the pervasive sense of justice at work, or perhaps it was just a simple case of sticking one's head out.

  She, who had become bold after drinking, unexpectedly did so without considering the consequences

  Turned on the police siren recording on his phone and shouted vaguely that the police were coming, trying to scare away those fist-fighting delinquents.

  The alley was filled with the repeated echoes of a girl's voice.

  A scene of chaos left behind by those rowdy teenagers who dropped their weapons and cursed as they fled.

  A young man lay there, out of place in this cell, yet seemingly on his last breath.

  She pushed him forward and carefully examined that broken handsome face under the dim line of sight.

  Fingertips lightly stroked over the wound, lamenting that a handsome face had been beaten into a pig's head with a blue nose and swollen face.

  Stumbling and staggering, she who was drunk to the point of not being able to tell east from west somehow managed to get him to the hospital.

  On the other end of the phone that had just been connected, a familiar yet unrecognizable female voice came through.

  Looking at the boy who was sleeping peacefully with his wounds treated on the hospital bed, the person on the other end of the phone listened to the whole story and agreed to come over.

  The young man's eyebrows were slightly furrowed in his sleep, and the thick night color that couldn't be dispelled rippled.

  The brain numbed by alcohol has lost that memory, leaving behind a desolate blank.

  On the second day, she was still in a daze, wondering why her, who had lost contact for so long, suddenly called to ask about her well-being.

  Still in delight, past friendships may be heading towards a good reunion, shortening the distance between the two.

  Now it seems that everything was just a probe with more inquiry than concern, the beginning of an elaborate deception that fooled everyone.

  It turns out that being humble is not just a one-sided love affair.

  Even the friendship I deeply believed in and was grateful for turned out to be just my own imagination.

  Su He Che, An Ban Qing, the two of you have given me too many memories that are also melancholic, those beautiful moments that only I will remember in my heart.

  The sorrow of struggling in the wind is so desolate and abandoned, the feeling of being discarded by everyone is even more heartbreaking.

  Why must I, who just wants to live a peaceful life like flowing water, face the cruel reality?

  Why bother me with the ugly reality, let me go and experience the warmth and cold of the world.

  Perhaps those seemingly strong girls in the years like flowing water are actually the unfortunate objects that God forgot to open another door because he was tired and exhausted.

  The lost glass shoe became her magnificent wedding dress.

  A seamless and magnificent scam, I was just a pawn in it.

  She once smiled like a flower, saying she wanted to be the best of friends for life. But in this prosperous and changing world, she ultimately lost herself and drowned in the boundless sea of love.

  Everything that was once taken pride in has collapsed under the thoroughly clear fact.

  If possible, can I choose to continue being that ignorant girl, even if occasionally getting lost due to the distance of a light-year?

  But still better than feeling the chill of indifference under the warm light that pours down.

  That year, the bean flower bloomed, who allowed who to grow old in the desolate sky. Once thought that a lifetime of gloom and color loss was spent in cool summer.

  For him, she spent her youth in vain, but ultimately only got two words: humble and lowly.

  The recklessness of youth tosses and turns with emotions of melancholy, the faint coolness spreading in the heart.

  For him, her youth was spent in vain, on a desolate road at dusk, she faintly opened the coolness of her footsteps.