I still remember that I passed by your yard many years ago and you were sitting in the back room with your arm around him, your smile bright and dazzling. How many years have passed between the dream and the dream? Do you still remember that girl who was hiding outside your yard and watching you secretly? That young and ignorant person who just wanted to take care of you in the palm of her hand. Do you still remember her name and the short story in that small village? Rushu, you are a flower that blooms in my life, delicate and delicate, which can never be erased. Even though your life is so miserable and short, no one can make me as sad as you. Just seeing your name makes me sad to death.
Even if ten years pass, my heart and eyes will still be full of you.