Later Bones remembered:
That day was not a meeting, but a burial.
It was fate, and two people were buried together in one fell swoop.
That heavy snowfall that buried the Forbidden City was fateful.
The master and the slave have separate bones, and the noble and the humble share the same cold.
There is a difference between superiority and inferiority in the eyes of outsiders, but only we know it well——
What we hear is the same kind of silence——
When the world is still talking about the news,
We are already counting the snow that has fallen in each other's bones.
The longevity lock cannot lock life, and the longevity braid turns into a foot of white silk.
A life of suffering turned into slight pain that densely penetrated along the seams and penetrated into the bones.
His bones are in pain, but he uses my bones as a stake to stand in this deep palace. Unless I die, he will not fall.
Others don't understand, and they don't deserve to get close.
There is no longer "us" and "them" in this world.
There is only one set of bones. The cold part of his is my warmth, and the rotten part of mine is his pain.
Anyone who touches it is driving nails into these bones.
Purpose: Stick to each other in adversity and find the power of symbiosis in the darkness