The Huai wind blows over the old embankment, and the chess game moves away.
I once promised to hold a golden boat together and ride through the spring and autumn together. In the end, only the vast mountains and rivers were left, and the sound of the wind carried me north.
The boat has been stranded, the wind can't catch it, and there are no more people crossing the shore side by side.
Intention: Let go of someone
