Inadvertently, the red thread held them tightly together, but they could not break free from the fetters of fate. The blood-stained mountains and rivers are picturesque, how can they be compared to the moment when you look back and read all the beautiful flowers, how can they be compared to your gentle and elegant smile. She imagined that one day, he would put on a wedding dress for her. When too much right and wrong washed away the ignorance of the past, she suddenly realized that it was not giving up, but just shouldering too much. Looking back again, the peach blossoms are still there. Are you still waiting for me by the bridge? Tears asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? Love and hate are entangled, love and dreams are turbulent, if the chaotic red dissipates, perhaps only the peach blossoms will remain as enchanting as in the past.