Walking on the embankment of a river I don’t know its name, my tears fell down unsatisfactorily. Suddenly I felt that there was only an outline left in the world, and even the reflection of the starlight in the river seemed to be wrapped in March. Layers of jelly unreality. I really want to have you next to me. Looking back on what role I have played in other people's lives, I should really grow up and get rid of the pain, so that I can become more mature. Do you hope that I can still write something to you often? I hope that I can really feel and record the subtle changes. Maybe one day I will become a man in Hong Kong.