If the mountains don't turn, the water will turn. If the water doesn't turn, the mountains will turn again.
It seems to be a deliberate arrangement and an intentional fate. Who did you meet?
Several years later, on a lonely night, accompanied by cold light, who did we meet again?
It's all wonderful without saying it, please pay attention to "The Light of the Light" (well, the introduction is not well written, the work is the "hard truth")