A peach blossom falls from a tree, and an old friend for half a lifetime is far away
Old shadows are hidden in the clouds, and we never meet each other year after year
The wind blows through the peach branches, still remembering the people of the past
The world is vast, I only want one person to be at peace
Intention: The most precious joy in the world is never fame and admiration, but someone who is willing to bear everything for you and silently protect you year after year. True love is preservation at all costs, longing deep in the heart, and regret and fulfillment that can only be understood after a lifetime.