Two people, a horse, and a touch of the setting sun.
The man is holding the horse, and the woman is lying on the horse, as if she is asleep.
It was the time of spring, because it had just drizzled, and the soil on the trail was very soft. Although the sun was setting, there were still bees and butterflies in the flowers on the roadside, either busy or fluttering.
"Xi'er, do you know that I have always missed you. I have never forgotten you."
The man said, picking up the pot hanging on his waist and taking a sip of wine.
"How could I forget you?" The man sighed.
"I hate Li Yuanchun because he took you away. I envy Li Yuanchun because he took you away."
"I don't expect you to forgive me. This is probably my life."