In the morning, the weather was gloomy, the north wind whistled, and the chill penetrated into people's hearts.

Chen Leyi drives and Chen Tiannan sits on the co-driver. Chen Yang and Su-zhen in Black are sitting behind.

This is for the airport.

It was quiet in the car, and everyone was silent. Only a melodious love song was on the radio.

Is there any time left for me to look back? I can't tell whether the sky is red clouds or the flame that you set off is the end of the page. But I can't tell if there is any time left for the burned-out fleeting years to emerge...