The long memories of the fleeting years are nothing more than bamboo horses and green plums, occasionally accompanying each other, wandering through mountains and rivers.
Please go back. The time you left behind is like the wind, like Nanke, and you can't wait to wake up from your deep sleep.
When the dream comes to an end, the search for you remains the same, as if it were a lifetime ago, but it is still alive and interesting.
The full moon waxes and wanes, don't say goodbye. We are in love with each other. We are lingering in this life, how can we regret staying together.