January: Hidden One month. Monologue: Those things that happened in 1999... Those things that happened in 1999 are like faded movie weeds that have been burned endlessly by time. The clear boys and sad girls in the photos are left behind. No one remembers them, and no one will ask them. When did they leave? When will they come back? January: Hide those years drowned in the sea of ??people. How many songs have been sung? We stand in the turbulent sea of ??people. How many flowers we once planted are still blooming. In nineteen ninety- nine I can't open my eyes In nineteen ninety-nine No one is left In nineteen ninety-nine My heart can't be opened In nineteen ninety-nine Who is left alone Once sang songs to see the grassy hillsides In nineteen ninety-nine My eyes In nineteen ninety-nine I can't open my heart In nineteen ninety-nine There's no one left here In nineteen ninety-nine My heart can't be opened In nineteen ninety-nine Who's left alone with weeds all over the hillside to sing... La... My boy learns I can't remember the prank of doting on him. I can't remember whose girl took off her blue hairband. When I see old movies, I still cry. In nineteen ninety-nine. I can't open my eyes. In nineteen ninety-nine. No one stays. nine My heart can't be openedIn nineteen ninety-nine Who is left alone Once I held hands and said I would travel all my lifeIn nineteen ninety-nine My eyes can't be openedIn nineteen ninety-nine There is no one leftIn nineteen ninety-nine My heart Can't open In nineteen ninety-nine Who is left alone to travel for the rest of his life? Have you woken up from this dream...?... February: Crossword puzzle February. Monologue: I remember she once said... I remember she once said that a person's world is so quiet that you can hear the sound of flowers blooming. She also once asked, how long will it take for someone to understand her world? February: Crossword Puzzle It’s dark, dawn, dusk, come again, memory unfolds and folds, unfolds again, green light, red light, green light comes again, crowd disperses, gathers, disperses again, who is like me, waiting quietly, how many dialogues are heard along the road, passing several rusty house numbers, life is There are so many blank crossword puzzles that I was born stupid to fill in. How many people will exist in the future. There is a kind of happiness. I was born lonely and I can’t wait. There are so many kinds of loneliness. I forgot my lines. I opened my mouth but couldn’t say it. How many angels in heaven are raising their heads but they can’t see feathers. Falling down, past, present, future, life, sea, sea, meeting someone, how unexpected it was at that moment, three years, five years, fireflies, hide and seek, come again, who will give me ordinary love, voice, face, forgotten smile, bury me, who stopped when I passed by, how many blank spaces are there in life? I was born stupid and can't fill in the crossword puzzle. How many people exist in the future? People who are waiting. I was born lonely and can't wait. There are so many kinds of loneliness. I forgot my lines. I opened my mouth but couldn't say it. How many angels in heaven are raising their heads but they can't see the feathers falling back. Leaving and never coming back, we wait for disappointment and wait again for summer, winter and summer to come again. After the mobile phone is turned off, March is no longer opened: March between me and you.

Monologue: We should only have such a desperate love when we are young... We should only have such a desperate love when we are young. When we grow up, we can no longer remember those nights of insomnia due to longing. March: Between you and me, the sunny day is his white shirt. The cloudy day is his old bookmark. His face is my weather station. Between the notes, the back of the exam paper is your smiling face. The icebreaker is stranded in your dimple. The basalt is your expressionless profile. Your eyes are as if they are hidden in a museum. I can visit endlessly every day and every night. You are happy on the left and parked on the right. Between you and me are the summer clouds that will never grow old. Above, the blue sky is infinitely far away. Between the sky and the earth. The love I have deep in my heart will last forever lalala... The zoo, I love the monkeys making faces, the botanical garden, silence, you are silent, the amusement park, you and I stand on the Ferris wheel, and you suddenly turn your smiling face and say, "The angel is on top." Above, you are happily parked on the left, and on the right, between you and me are the summer clouds that will never grow old. Above, the blue sky is infinitely far away. Between the sky and the earth, there is a love that I have deep in my heart. I will love it forever, lalala... ... lala lalala [winter summer] lala lalala... lala lalala [love lasts forever] lala lalala... you are in front of me, the angel is behind me, the magic is lit between you and me The performance on the stage of Time Theater was remarkable. Happiness between hands and feet turned into a blur like candy. My sight was April: The Fourth Month of Fools. Monologue: He keeps asking... He keeps asking: Is April Fool's Day a holiday for me? Sometimes we can deceive ourselves by blindfolding ourselves. The world is dark and safe. April: The prince in the Fool's fairy tale rides a white horse and smiles without speaking. Is your prince me or him? Why don't you answer your beautiful years are the fairy tales I love, the carnival of April Fool's Day, I hide in the corner, your prince should ride a white horse, smile at you, and talk without knowing that I tell cold jokes like a fool like me. April Fool's Day is here again, are you still laughing at me? When I follow the angel, all I see is your face. The plane flies no matter how high it flies. But in the past, it was winter, summer, sunny and cloudy. As time goes by, the paper planes are layered with longing written on them. I don't want the angel to land on me. The paper airplane flew around and came back to the photo. On the back of the phone is your face. The paper airplane flew by you and you couldn’t see your dazzling light. I am ordinary and inconspicuous. May Love Plaza, Wu Yue. Monologue: Love is like candy... Love is like candy scattered everywhere in the playground. The lights are shining and never close. May: Love Plaza. Eyes open. Your smile is like the sea. Doors and windows open. You are waiting under the tree to act coquettishly. The buttons of the school uniform fell off and I held them in my hands. I couldn’t bear to let go. The gentle light bloomed in my heart. It was your smiling eyes. You looked at the sunset in the distance like the fragrance of flowers. It leaned on your shoulder like this. The North Star also pointed in the wrong direction, swaying and staring like this. Your face depicts the shape of happiness. The love square is never closed. My ears are open and I listen to your heartbeat like a pendulum. The lamp lights up and slowly walks onto the stage. I rely on you and swing on your bicycle. I hope that time will stop and never leave. Soft wings grow behind my back. I am still wide. Thick chest, waiting for the movie to play slowly, like the passage of time, how can I get closer to heaven? This is the amusement park of dreams, the lights are bright. Just close your eyes, imagine and guess the shape of happiness. Play it over and over again. Just like this, I lean on your shoulder. The North Star also points in the wrong direction and shakes. The face that shakes and stares at you like this depicts the shape of happiness. Love Square is not closed in June: Him and Her Lu Yue.

Monologue: Let him forget those unspeakable words... those unspeakable words and those unsaid stories. June: He and she watched him standing under the tree waiting for her, and heard her acting coquettishly towards him. Saying silly things is like seeing a movie, a happy and perfect fairy tale is like seeing a story, what happened to the pure white and transparent silly, suddenly saying silly things, I heard that he planted white plum blossoms for her, I heard that she left a long tree for him. Why am I afraid of my hair? How can I not struggle when I am afraid of being alone? Forget about worrying about him. When I say stupid things, I remember that he likes to drink green tea in the summer. I talked to him quietly on the phone late at night. Will he and her be happy? Like a perfect fairy tale, what will happen to him and me? Who can tell me that I am not stupid, I love him just as much. When I meet him, he already has her by his side. The wind rises, the cold wind tells him the truth for me: I envy her so much. July: Them The drifting bottle is full of moon. Monologue: It is a hot summer in my memory. They all say that summer is the season of love. But that summer, a boy cried alone in the sunset for a long time. July: Their drift bottle amusement park closed. Turn off the lights, happiness is being watched, sadness is wandering, toy soldiers are quiet, looking at the skylight. I am depressed today. What will happen tomorrow? The wind will blow in the playground. The children have left. Noisy theater movies. I am left standing in the old playground. I pick up the kite and fly it slowly. You and her slowly sit on me. We are all sitting next to happiness. Your bottles floated ashore. They all floated to my sad beach. Happiness and sadness sat on both sides of me. I sat in the shadow of time. The white line drawn by childhood hopscotch points to who is the lonely smiling face now? Looking at their drifting bottles, they returned to the old playground and gazed at the sunset. All the past stories were over. They were alone, listening to the sound of headphones, and the shadows played hide-and-seek with me. August: The country behind the north wind. Monologue: Forget everything before... Forget everything before. Let's fly to the country behind the north wind and live in a fairy tale, okay? August: Behind the north wind, the country is empty. The classroom is empty. The paint box has run out of colors. It’s raining heavily. You hold an umbrella for me below. The Big Dipper points to the south. It’s windy and snowy. The sun is shining brightly on the horizon. Floating clouds are floating on the shore. Whose white hair is scattered in the blink of an eye. After leaving, before I left, the time was north, the time was south, waving goodbye. The green picture board was left on the wall. The white shirt you hung in the room. The photo I took three years ago. The sunset disappeared in front of the window. The face, the lights dimmed, the music slowed down. Ten years after ten years. Before everything changed, the number on the back of the chair was changed, before the old film was released and the new film was released. Hidden in September: Ferris Wheel Nine Moons. Monologue: You once said... You once said that every time the Ferris wheel turns around, there will be a couple kissing in the world. But what are scattered everywhere now are the kisses that were hidden in the corners of your mouth and never appeared? September: Ferris wheel The lights of the whole city are closed and the Ferris wheel is spinning alone. The yellow leaves of the whole autumn have all fallen. You are holding an umbrella alone. Two cups of coffee are holding two old photos. White slippers are on the red carpet. Two goldfish are swimming in the square inch between the sky and the earth. The night is long and the day is long. I'm used to writing letters to you, delivering medicine to you, taking pictures for you, boarding the Ferris wheel with you, I'm used to lining up alone, buying tickets alone, being proud, running slowly around the playground alone, I'm used to learning to talk to you, learning to smile from you, learning to run from you, learning to be with you. The balcony is full of flowers and plants, and I am used to traveling alone, backpacking alone, feeling annoyed, and sketching your back alone. Loneliness is a heartbeat, noisy, you are there. I don’t know where you are. Three autumns have passed, and I have become brave. The Ferris wheel has circled three times, and three years have covered the mountains and transformed the coast. The floating clouds are warm and the reeds are light. The four seasons are staged. Birds fly across the date line. The sky is high and far away. Please make a wish and the wind comes from all directions. I remember that year when you gently closed your eyes. I am used to accompany you in sadness. Accompany you in silence. Accompany you in boredom. Facing the time with you is like a carving knife. I am I am used to being depressed because of you, being nervous because of you, being proud of you because you are extremely proud. I am used to waiting for the bus with you, listening to songs with you, dancing with you, choosing simple flowers and plants for you. I am also used to being sad because of you, being dim because of you, shining because of you, because your heart is beating fast. Incredible memories are like sketches and burned one by one. It doesn’t matter where you are. I don’t know where my heart is. October: Me and the past we are in the eleventh month.

Monologue: Those things in memories...Those things in memories are still clear after many years. That sad song is still remembered until now. October: Me and our past time is slowly rippling like water. Who did you hide and seek with? The lights are shining in the parking lot at Higurashi. The old playground is empty in the early morning. There are huge crowds of people holding the kite in their hands, waiting for the kite to break and fall beyond the sunset. Over the mountains and across the sea, the paper plane cannot fly. We are separated and scattered all over the world. Time is flowing in my heart. I have played hide and seek with you. The brightly lit old photos of the happy playground are placed in the photo frame. The ideals of youth are flying. Carry the sadness on your shoulders and light up the desolate road ahead with a smile. Resist the wind and frost on the road ahead with a hug. Is there ever the saddest song that repeats endlessly at night? I once sang that song I wrote, which stirred up my emotions like weeds all over the hillside. Time flowed through my heart. You and I played catch-and-seek. The playground was bright with old photos. I put them in the frame. The ideals of my youth were soaring. I carried sadness on my shoulders. Light up the desolation of the journey with a smile, resist the wind and frost of the journey with a hug, lalala...