Without the red flames that cover the sky, would you and I spend our lives comfortably? Maybe they are friends forever, maybe they are brothers forever, at least not like this, even meeting each other is stained with the bright red of blood.
That parting didn't blame you for being reckless, nor did I blame for my stubbornness. It was just a destined disaster, destined to make us use the rest of our lives to repay debts that we didn't owe in the first place.
You once sent me a poem, but I didn't understand its meaning until the end.
On the bank of Yangzhou, at Linglong Rock, my childhood sweethearts are with me in a blink of an eye, and they are with me in this life.
The bamboos are clear in the valley, the eyes are hanging with tears, the jade beads are falling and the remaining beads are full of sorrow and pity, and the spring and autumn will last forever.