Ten years of life and death. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust, and our temples are like frost. At night, you suddenly return to your hometown with a deep dream. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up. We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears, I expected that the heartbreak would be broken every year, the moonlit night, the short pine hills.