For many years, she carried a black coffin, passing through the joys and sorrows and loneliness of the world.
She always remembers a lot of things and people, but she feels that she has forgotten a lot.
She always thinks of,
That year, she stood on the top of Jialuo Peak, with a misty abyss beneath her feet.
Warm breath puffed behind the ears, making one's heart palpitate.
The man said: Where is your heart?