Perhaps, the desperate but determined eyes of the young boy who was covered in blood and covered with blood had already destined that their fate in this life would be to look at each other silently, looking back one by one across a lifetime distance.
It was that year when the people of Yishui went to the moon sky and chanted that the moon was like frost,
At that time, the old man's heart became full of splendor and he looked up from the building.
It was that day when the yellow flowers were scattered and the leaves withered and no one was sweeping them away.
It's the long song of that night that will end from this far away Xiaoxiang...
It takes a lifetime to forget someone.