Jinghong Ferry: on the Last Crossing, Loving You Becomes a Stranger

[Not cool, slow-burning, Republic of China, sadomasochism] In Suzhou during the Republic of China, those who mastered the music score of Lake Blue spent one life and lost one sense. If you cross over twelve times, you will lose your entire life. Losing sweetness, losing color, losing pain, even the fear of guns has become a luxury. But when I rescued Lu Yanzhi, I lost my sense of love. He is my only source of heat in the world, he coughs up blood and warms his hands for me, and he protects me from the wind and snow for half my life. But I look at him with eyes full of love, but my heart is as cold as ice. On the sixteenth day of the first month of the year Bingwu, the music was burned and the strings were broken, and I turned into wind and snow and dispersed. Fourteen years later, he came back after being rehabilitated, took my thermometer into his mouth, and used his remaining body temperature to warm me up to the last degree of coldness. Even if we try to cross over all the people in the world, we will never be able to cross over to you and me. Loving you has become a stranger.