At night, the white gauze is frosted, and dreams linger for thousands of times. In the cold fog and thick smoke, the curtains of flowers are withered.
Full of lovesickness, there are many sad words of love. Gathering together, parting, suddenly a dream.
Like wind, like frost, like a dream.
A tear falling on the rock gave rise to the scars of the past.
Perhaps, parting is just a long journey in this life, but the tenderness of three lives and three lives is my love for you in this life, without regrets or resentment.