The spring fields are blooming in Tang Dynasty, and the wind is crossing the long bamboo slips.
Li Maitang once thought that she and Xia Dujian would be the scenery throughout all four seasons.
All my thoughts are hidden on yellowed paper. The scenery of the world has not changed, except for the people I walked with in the past, dissipated in the long wind.
Intention: People can only accompany each other for a journey. Paper and pen can only keep memories, but not people.