The promises of the past were soaked in mist and rain, and the autumn wind blew, and they are no longer the same as they used to be. As time goes by, the mountains, rivers and trees will wither and flourish in the appointed season, but the people we once joined hands with will not come again. If what has been said can be forgotten, then there is no need for separated people to meet again. ... The reason why promises make people intoxicated is because they are so beautiful, and because they give you expectations, trust, support and tacit understanding. It can be understood without words, reaching the deepest part of the soul. This touch often breaks the fragile heart. Thousands of miles away, yet so close to each other