Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them.
Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, nowhere to express sadness.
Even if we meet by chance, we should not know each other, our face will be covered with dust and our temples will be like frost.
When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.
They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that every year, at the place where the intestines are broken, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.