I will never forget your first smile when I first met you. It was warm, really warm. It was warmer than the first ray of sunshine that passed through thousands of rivers and mountains after many dangers. It was so warm that it instantly melted the thousands of miles of ice and cold around me into the warmth of spring. But as time goes by, the world of mortals rolls around, smearing little by little on the memory of you and me when we first met. I suddenly realized in a daze that my memory had been locked away by heavy smoke. Then I will fall into reincarnation and look for you again in the next life. We will walk through the hustle and bustle of the world together, ride through the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and count the time and water flowing smoothly. Then we will hold your hand and grow old with you. In this life, we will never leave you.