Mountains and rivers are turned into distant memories for you,
Let the wind and rain pass through the years and linger in the world.
*Sometimes, you have to believe in the so-called fate... But before that, I want to travel to many places, see different towns and villages, and maybe help a group of people who are in trouble. I hope there is someone who can walk and watch with me. Wuhen, are you willing to be that person and be with me? *
*If I want to take on the world, what's the problem? *
*If your life is only for a moment, even if we stay together for a moment in this life, it is still a lifetime...*
On the edge of the Forgotten River, coriander trees are scattered in the painting with the wind. Three ways along the road, there is a lingering song at the foot of the mountain.
The flowers on the other side are in full bloom, and the mortal world in this life has missed the time several times, just waiting for longing to turn into wine and drink it all.
In this life, I describe her in my memory. The beginning and the end are the ends of the earth.