The old notes are words that have not been spoken, and the current ink is letters that can never be sent again. The wind blew through the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound, as if someone was whispering something in the distance. The flowers beside the water bloomed and fell, and fell and bloomed again. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
Motto: Don't be afraid if you forget your past. The right person will always appear in front of you!