He returned to this old street.

Chaimen Laoxiang, apricot blossom drizzle, several children chasing at the street corner, the laughter startled the resting birds. The withered loofah vine at the street corner hangs half on the wall, and the red paint on the door latch no longer shines like in previous years. An orange cat peeks out from the half-opened door, sniffing at the old street in front. The small stalls on the roadside emit bursts of white smoke, blending with the vendor's shouts, drifting away in the blue sky, disappearing in an instant.

It seems to recall the past, and the nose suddenly feels sour, and a tear flows down the cheek.

He smiled again

The old street and the young boy, seemed to see each other and smiled at each other in that moment. Suddenly, the breath of being together day and night with each other floated lightly, memories surged up like a floodgate opened, unstoppable. However, this ever-changing world, time flies, catching people off guard.

When will the west wind come, it's too late to secretly change in the prime of life.
With tears and smiles, the flowing years come to an end.
The boy finally drifted away.