May your flowers bloom for half your life, and when we meet again, may you and I become strangers; when a pool of clear water is exhausted, the soul will never die in the dry place, and the tears have dried; the sun is shining over the city, the forest is overflowing, and the longing is a disaster, and the fate is not over, where is the beloved? After searching thousands of rivers and mountains, and seeing all the prosperity disappear, I realized that the word "love" in the world is difficult to understand and difficult to describe. Goodbye, the flowers bloom on the other side, and the universe is finally clear and bright.