I originally thought that oaths are black and white words written in the heart. Even though the ink will fade with time, the fragrance of the ink will permeate the paper and linger in the heart.
Unexpectedly, no matter how much love is written on the water, it will disappear in an instant, or it will shake like a house built on the water.
He created a dream for her that was as beautiful as the moon in the mirror and the moon in the water. It was beautiful, but the dream would eventually wake up.
When an oath cannot escape the vulgar net, when a flying whale crosses the blue sea, the agreement to cook wine and make tea is just a betrayal that is used and then abandoned.
Five years later, he and she met, got to know each other, and embraced each other again. Everything seemed like a world apart. In this floating life, who owed whom's love, and who betrayed whose heart?