In this world, the more beautiful things are, the more fragile they are. A person's life is long or short, but who can see through the joys and sorrows in it? Thousands of sails have passed, and the past has disappeared. Who holds whose hand on the Hao Snow Mountain and looks at the loneliness together?
I still remember that in Taoyuan that year, the man in black looked back and smiled, the peach blossoms were flying, and who formed an eternal dream in whom's heart.
How are those people who have gone through all the ups and downs of life together now?
Come back, the past that cannot be returned, recall it with your heart and brew it into a glass of sake, even if the yin and yang are separated, we can meet in dreams.
As long as the heart is still there, it doesn't matter whether it returns or not.