Two hundred years later, she stood in front of me again with silver hair and red clothes. Her blood-red eyes were filled with tears. She said to me lightly: "Ayu, do you know that it has been two hundred years since I returned to Cangshan Mountain. The bamboo house is still the same, but the man is no longer there..."
Yes, as early as two hundred years ago, things were old and people were old.
I no longer see the girl who danced with the wind in Cangshan a hundred years ago, I no longer see the man who wandered around with a sword a hundred years ago, I no longer see the enchanting but delicate willow tree outside the bamboo house in Cangshan...