You are blowing gently like the wind, and you are as beautiful as a dream or a painting.
The alleys in Nancheng, walking through the wind and rain together, are the deepest memories, infatuated and lingering.
It once seemed like a dream but not a dream. I can't forget your affectionate look in the sea of flowers. It's as beautiful as a dream. But in the end he boarded the train of memories and left me...
In the end, everything will be buried with me.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
