In the best time of youth, is there someone who will accompany you day and night, who will stand outside the door with a blushing face when you take a shower, who will look at you in a crowded crowd at a loss, who will be there. More often, he will stare at your back in a corner in a daze, quietly curl up beside you when you are sleeping, and sit next to you without saying a word when you are sad, frustrated and hurt. Destiny, does it originate from a chuckle under the tree in Huoshan Mountain, or from a call in the light of disaster and blood? Is love, the companionship of the prehistoric era tens of thousands of years ago, or the persistent protection when the past is forgotten? As the years pass by, no matter the flowers and flowing water, the white clouds and the gray dogs, wherever my heart is, my love is warm. On the top of the green peak, at the bottom of hell, with black hair and white clothes, the gentle writing is filled with unspeakable affection. I just want you to be peaceful forever.