The memory will never be erased. Through time, in front of your eyes, the flowers will still bloom and the butterflies will dance with them. I miss you the most. It seems that time has passed and we have not seen each other for thousands of years. What makes my heart so attached to it?
In that life, the green silk blowing in the willows and the spring breeze blowing in the face disturbed someone's mood and warmed someone's heart.
In this life, the memory will be sealed, but the warmth of the spring breeze will never be forgotten.