"White Jade Runzhu, everyone who sees you will fall in love with Nanjing."
"Nanjing would be an empty city without you."
The snow in Nanjing cannot fall on the top of the lotus in Hangzhou.
Originally they thought this was an eternity of distance, but they didn't expect that the heavenly road would send them under the same starry sky.
On an accidental trip, Wen Yu met a man named Shen Zhiheng in the sunshine of Lhasa.
He is like the snow in Tanggula Mountain, cold and self-possessed;
She is like the water beside the West Lake, warm and clear.
Two strings of white jade look at each other from a distance in the sun,
A story about foreshadowing and destiny quietly unfolds in the sound of chanting on Barkhor Street.
The lotuses in Nanjing once reflected the snow in Lhasa;
The fog in London will never blow away the wind from Barkhor Street.
The soft sound of two strings of white jade colliding was the first foreshadowing written by Tianlu.
Later, they traveled to Jinling and went to England, growing up in different winds and missing in different rains.
Those unspoken heartbeats of my youth were hidden in the prayer flags of the Potala Palace, and were also written into the mist of the Thames River.
It turns out that the so-called "empty city" is not a city without people, but that after you left, I left an empty city in my heart, waiting for you to come back.
We met again on the streets of London many years later. He was still the same dull-faced man. He only said:
"Wen Yu, I'm back."
Intention: A city is alive because of one person; a city without one person becomes an empty city. The snow in Nanjing cannot catch up with the flowers in Hangzhou, and the fog in London cannot cover the wind in Lhasa. The seemingly endless distances are all intertwined by fate.