We are separated by national borders, mountains and seas, and an unspeakable illness. In Lu Chenyan's life, he could protect the port from thousands of fireworks, but he could not protect his sweetheart. He hides his love in every cross-border trip, and hides farewell in every indifference and alienation. Later, the wind stopped and the road was far away, facing each other from north to south. Some people stay where they are, and some go to other places. From then on, the mountains and rivers were vast, and there was no intersection for the rest of my life. Only the evening breeze was left, remembering the past for others every year.
Intention: National borders can separate mountains and seas, but not deep affection; illness can hide fragility, but cannot hide care.