The sorrow is broken, the dream is scattered. It turns out that a good beginning may not necessarily end well. I wanted to hold my son's hand and grow old together with him. But how do you know that you are like a bow, and you cut me like a string.
The Xiaoxiang bamboo forest finally became a prison for my body and a forbidden place for my body.
He was sitting in the Xiaoxiang Forest, while she was forgetting about the Lijiang Tower.
The look back five years later is her or him. . .
He is the calamity of her twins, and he is the fate of her life.
Flowers bloom and fall, their origin and destiny disappear, and dreams begin and wake up. Everything comes from the endless Xiaoxiang bamboo forest.