His name is Zhang Dequan, and he only did one thing in his life:
Wait for someone who will never come back and dance without a partner.
From the youthful heartbeat in the forest farm to the tender years after marriage,
Life is poor, but there is joy everywhere.
A merciless fire separated heaven and man forever.
He didn't remarry, he didn't leave far away, he guarded her relics and this town.
Every year on her birthday, death anniversary, and anniversary of acquaintance,
He would always appear at the Mohe Ballroom and dance alone.
Time has turned my hair white, and loneliness has been carved into my bones.
But his love for her never stopped.
No bloody entanglements or forced misunderstandings.
I only write about the cleanest and most profound life feelings in the years.
This is the longest love letter a man has ever written in the rest of his life.
