We came to the green bamboo forest again, and a figure vaguely walked in the distance in the white mist. . . .
The long and gentle sound of the flute came from the distance, gentle and beautiful. . . .
The clouds and mist faded away, and I gradually saw clearly that it was you. . .
Still wearing a white robe, holding a folding fan in his hand. . .
A clean and gentle smile reflected in my eyes. . .
I laugh too, only for you. . .
A breeze blows by, and you turn into white smoke and drift in the wind. . . .
I stayed where I was, quietly watching the place where you disappeared. . .
I know that everything is an illusion. . .
I just want to tell you that in this world, I have missed someone, thought about someone, and pretended to be someone in my heart. . . .
That's you. . . .