This is a story about love and freedom, grievances and conspiracy, secret love and relief. It is better to grow old together with your son in an ordinary way than to follow you to the end of the world with great vigor.
The most beautiful memory in this life is meeting you.
That day and night were as cool as water, the stars were bright, acacia flowers were scattered in the wind, and the delicate woman on the swing was swinging the rope, desperately reaching out to hold the flickering fireflies, her white clothes were fluttering, like a butterfly against the wind, chasing the escaping fragrance.
Under the starlight that night, on top of the high wall, an elegant thief came riding on the wind. His figure was as light as a black cat, and his deep black eyes were pregnant with subversion and change, unruly and loneliness. He smiled slightly, as if tuberose bloomed quietly in the night wind. He stretched out his hand as long as bone china: "If you don't want to be imprisoned in the world of mortals, then hold my hand and take you to the ends of the world, to the corners of the sea, to fly freely and live in style."
That spring was bright and beautiful, and peach blossoms matched each other's faces. During their childhood years, the shy boy looked through the messy willow branches and saw the girl sleeping soundly under the peach blossom tree. The petals adorned her fair cheeks. From then on, she became lovesick and secretly in love. Over the years, he has become a black-armored dragon general with outstanding military exploits. He chats and laughs happily among the charming girls, but he is still stiff and cold in front of her. On the day of his victory, he leaned down from his tall horse and stretched out his hand. His armor was still on and the dust had been removed. His eyes were blazing: "I'm back. Do you want to stay with me till the end of the world?"
When all the dust has settled and everything is calm, it turns out that what I have been pursuing is just to watch the long flowing water with you.