In the coming and going of this life, some people have urged the peach blossoms of ten miles, brought the April sky in the world, and added extraordinary and graceful to the mediocre life; some people have destroyed the lamps all the way, bringing twists and turns and darkness, and stained the peaceful world with resentment and tenderness. In the fleeting years, whether it is beauty or white hair, whether it is youth or old age, from the first encounter with parting, whether it is hate or not, it is a record of the past of life; from first sight to acquaintance, whether it is love or not, it is the fulfillment of leaving time blank.