You once said you would protect me for the rest of my life, but you took the first step after all. In the days when I lost you, I traveled all over this continent, saw the lonely smoke in the desert, the sunset on the long river, admired the vast ice and snow thousands of miles away in the North, swam across the winding bridges in the south of the Yangtze River, the green walls and black tiles, but in the end I found that what I yearned for the most was the time I spent hand in hand admiring the moon with you on the Mianfeng Terrace in the Yunmeng Mountains. That was a time when I desperately wanted to escape. No one else, just you and me. I have never thought of owning this world. The power in my hands is just a weapon to avenge you. Without you, the world is nothing. My world is just you. In the last days, I had a dream. Among the green mountains and green waters, you held my hand and walked across a bridge. On the bridge were green leaves and red flowers. Under the bridge were flowing water houses. On one end of the bridge were black hair and on the other end were white hair.
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