Occasionally turn around for a while and look back, it has been pale for a whole century. The old city remains the same, the old people are gone, and things have changed, leaving a lingering warmth. The light dust rises, the biting cold wind, and the chill from heaven is slightly cold. It is said that tiptoe is closer to heaven, but I can't help touching the so-called place sadly. There was nothing to say but tears. (Er … I'm so sleepy that I don't even know what I'm writing/poor)