A small boat glides gently under the bridge, and the old boatman's journey to the Yangtze River is full of sorrow. After many years, he is looking for traces of the old place, and he feels empty when he leaves the building. When I cross the Maple Bridge, I see the Yuhua Tower. I cry out in pain at the crossing of the river. The walls are broken and full of holes, turning into dust, mist, and rainwater. I have cried over and over again over the years. I have turned over page after page of old photos. I close my eyes and think of your past. This world is too far away from me. In the blink of an eye, the whole scene was dyed red again. Looking at the sky, it was impossible to recall the vows made. In the short moment of saying goodbye, I closed my eyes and the happiness was only incomplete.