When everything fell silent, she returned to that person's fairyland. Next to the long-withered pear blossom tree, a beautiful man playing the flute under the tree lowered his head. His peaceful profile made people feel at ease. His white clothes blended in with the pear blossoms in the sky, making him handsome and elegant.
The end of the sky, the corner of the sea. Hold your hand and grow old together.
In silence, she reached out to hold those warm hands, but in the end it was nothing.
The withered pear tree, when it blooms, always blooms in one season and falls in one day. Just like him, a lifetime of hardships leads to a moment of prosperity.
Unexamined, ten years have passed, and her hair has turned gray and her face has withered.
Thousands of rivers and mountains, time has passed, and maybe they can never go back to the beginning, but the love is still the same as when they first met.
Pear blossoms were flying, and she reached out to hold the hand of the beautiful man with a smile as bright as a flower.
"Ali, I knew you wouldn't leave me alone."