"I am also a traveler again, and I will never forget that I have ever passed through this door. That spring, except for the flowers blooming, it was not real.
The empty flower branches are twisted against the door, and there are faint marks between the empty eyebrows. In the spring of that year, I remembered the name of the Nu family, Achun. "
Love is separated, resentment is met, love is obtained and not obtained, it has withered before it blooms, and the redness behind it is like rain, for whom the love is still mourned, the love is as numerous as a dream, only the flower blooming is true. The dripping ink is my silent tears. I wrote down my thoughts just to let him know, that's all.