I have been lying here quietly for many years. There is a man who always comes here. He still looks familiar to me, but there are slight wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. And I will always be young.
Sometimes he sits, sometimes he lies down - that means he is drunk. He would always reach out and wipe the rough tombstone, his eyes affectionate and meaningful. Above is my name - Su Yi.
He always looks at me silently and then talks to me. He drank and then danced with his sword. Whether it's a sunny day or a cool night.
Dressed in white, so familiar, my heart moved, but I found that I couldn't cry or laugh.
I wanted to reach out and touch his face and hug him, but I found that I couldn't move at all - Yin and Yang are separated, my Mu Lang, I know you love me, but it's too late...
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