His Bluebird Never Returns to Its Nest

On the day I met Edward, the first autumn rain of that year fell in England. This umbrella is the fate of two generations. There are some words between us that are harder to cross than the English Channel. Your mother lies here, My father is watching in the snowy mountains. "She taught him to love, and you taught me to love. Our two generations are worthy of each other." "Why does it always rain when I see you?" "Because you are my sun" But where can there be good sunshine in London? We once tried to become one and go to Pengshan together. He spent his whole life leaving all the foreshadowings for me. But by the time I understood it, Pengshan Mountain was far away and there was no way to get there. (The newcomer is a little transparent, running wildly on the ignorant road hh If nothing else happens, it should be far more than 80,000 words. Hope you all like it) Intention: Be grateful and reverent, cherish peace