When Jiang Xiao recalled his youthful years in his old age, the fragrance of the girl in plain clothes blooming like a lotus was forever in his mind. In his dim memory, there was a glistening whiteness, her tranquility, her smile, her tears, the way she lowered her head...
The people around me who have withered away their beautiful years are like the bright moon that always hangs high in my world, accompanying me all the way, lighting up my whole life, and never leaving. Stretching out a withered hand and caressing her face that has been eroded by the ruthless years, I still remember the color of her face like the full moon when she was young, and the sound of the silver bell when they first met...