"Let me watch the peach blossoms every year with you." He looked far away, as if there were hundreds of miles of peach blossoms in front of him, and he smiled brightly.
"Okay." I responded casually.
In April, you drank up all my wine for a year.
It's just that we have traveled through thousands of years, and the only thing that can always be by each other's side is the thousands of years of peach blossoms.
The floating embers, the unfinished song, the tune of thousands of years, the peach will not die.