In ancient times, there was a saying that once Han Lian came, his soul would be with him for thousands of years. It turns out that my beloved is getting old, the fireworks were wrong, and the clouds were gone. However, in silence, the empty memory is like the first time I saw it. A few moments of emotion, a few moments of sadness, a bit of sadness and a bit of tenderness. There is nothing completely perfect in this world, and you cannot seek it in three lifetimes. Only a promise is enough, if there is an afterlife.
Just like that, at the entrance of Naihe, I saw you slowly coming from the Wangchuan River, with a smile as old as before, and the garden was full of flowers.