That year, there was heavy snowfall, which made them meet for the first time.
That year, when the enemy was in a desperate situation, he said: "Don't touch a hair of this general's woman!"
That year, when the love blossomed, she said, "Let's just say goodbye."
A dream, a person. A clear dream of a prosperous age, a lover who cares about you day and night.
I still remember you holding the horse's mane and looking back, thousands of miles of dusk clouds forming a line behind you.
If you see me again, it will be in the next life.