There is a saying in the world called "life is like a dream". I often think that if this love-hate entanglement between you and me is also a dream, it would be such a long and distant dream.
After you left, I recalled your and our past bit by bit and wrote them down word by word, and carved them on a huge stone in Simeng Cliff. I gave it a name, Sansheng Stone. I hope that one day it will become a spiritual stone, leaving your and my stories in this world for thousands of years, forever.
Ninety thousand years is just a blink of an eye. I was thinking about Meng Cliff alone, and every day I looked at the rising and falling rays of light under the cliff, and the winding clouds and rivers of three thousand miles. Without you, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is just a dream.
Thinking about dreams is just to make those who are there think about an old dream, indulge in a love and hate, and be lost in memories forever and ever, without being able to escape.
But I am willing to stay here at Simeng Cliff. Ninety thousand years will not feel short, and hundreds of thousands of years will not feel long. Time is meaningless to me.