[Perak Fellows/moyu] It's Not Far to Meet Each Other, Until the Wind Blows in the Sand

When you asked about your return date, it rained at night in Bashan and the autumn ponds swelled. Why should we cut the candles from the west window together and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? The night rain was like weaving, and his hair was wet, and he smiled and said: "Juechen, you must live well..." In the desert wind and sand, he stood silently, year after year, waiting for the "return date" when "that person" would never come again... In the past, the years were quiet, but since then, the years have been quiet... Intention: