One Stroke

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink water from the Yangtze River together. When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love. You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow. The word love is just one stroke. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.