On both sides of the road, lovers come in pairs. Looking at each other with tearful eyes at dusk, we have been searching for each other for thousands of years, and the fragrance of pear flowers in that life. On the other side, the wooden house with a small bridge and the handrails on the wall will still be the same in the coming year. The foam moves on the road, the fragrance of orchid flowers, and the sadness on the side of the ancient road. The magnolias are calling for spring, and they are on the three-life stone. Red Lycoris remembers the ghost spectrum, and Yiyi forgets the ghosts on the road.