"For many years, you have been living in seclusion in my wound. I have let go of the world, but I have never let go of you. You can say goodbye to all the mountains and rivers in my life. Except for life and death, there is nothing in this world that is not a trivial matter."
She stared blankly at these lines of Cangyang Gyatso's love poems, her eyes blurred by tears.
Even though she didn't know him when they met, even though many years had passed, she still couldn't let him go.
On an autumn day when the maple leaves were red, she went hiking with him and several colleagues. She stumbled and fell, and the only thing that came out of her mouth was his name. At that time, he and she were just colleagues who had known each other for a short time, not to mention that he had a fiancée, which she also knew.
