This is a story about Hai Rui, an official in the Ming Dynasty, and A Yue, a commoner.
Even though my love is as deep as the ocean, I still have the bright moon.
A Yue waited, suffered, and let go, and finally learned not to cry in the snow.
This is not a story about "having", but a story about "becoming"——
What is lost in love will eventually be found in oneself.
Hai Rui is the bones of Ming Dynasty, and A Yue is my moon.
They fall in love and become complete.
Intention: It took Ah Yue seventeen years to learn not to cry.
Hai Rui spent his whole life learning not to hide.
This is a story about "waiting" - waiting for a person, waiting for an explanation, waiting for spring to come again.
It is also a story about "let go" - let him go, let yourself live, let the past go.
It is true to have loved, it is true to have suffered, and it is also true to walk forward in the snow in the end.