Some people say that when a parasol tree is buried in the ground, another parasol tree will grow in the thirteenth month in heaven.
I have been waiting and looking for the reincarnation of the twelfth month phoenix tree...
Under the sycamore trees this year, who is holding an umbrella, waiting for love, looking for the next sycamore tree.
This year we met each other and agreed that we would be together in that season of sycamore rain ten years later.
To that place where there is no deception or lies, come and pay tribute to our love...