Play the plain harp again, the seasons change, the smoke from the cooking stoves in the world curls up, and the firewood dogs bark.
I know that you are no longer in this world, but everything is you. I will guard this world for longer than eternity.
Qingcang, I will wait until time and space pass and you come back to me.
Even though you are no longer you.
Or, I am no longer me.
But there will be a beautiful legend spread in the world, and there is a deep love that has never been interrupted by time.
Conception: