Childhood sweethearts under the blooming peach blossoms, missing each other in the autumn wind in the wild. The dependence in the yellow sand and setting sun is both the end and the beginning.
Ten years of staying together, ten years of vicissitudes, looking back, my heart is still the same, but things have changed.
The river of time rolls by, and the body is like duckweed drifting with the waves, but the heart still stays under the peach blossoms in the sky, remembering the profound oath with the tip of the sword, waiting for each other and guarding each other in the endless struggle. Just because one day, we will finally hold each other's hand and lean on each other, no matter what form it is.