"Read I love you..."
"I like you, sir, since you taught me how to love myself..."
"Sorry"
"We don't owe each other"
During the hundreds of years of alternating gun smoke and glow, I always met him at a certain corner, like a foreshadowing that had already been written in history.
The mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River soaked the green tiles, and I met you again after a hundred years of reincarnation. He held the lamp to guide the lost, and illuminated the first blooming youth of the prosperous age.
Purpose: To commemorate history and hope they are happy