We met by the flower stream and stayed together without words. That year, the bamboos were left in the pavilion, and the hostas were as cold as the bones. Now I return you to hold the bell, and do not meet each other on the bright road. By the side of Sansheng Pool, there is only a faint smoke of unspeakable emotion. However, on the bridge, the unforgettable longing for thousands of years was broken, and tears flowed like a river.