The past is gradually forgotten, the mountains and rivers are forgotten, and the hometown is forgotten, but the face and love of that person cannot be forgotten.
The temples have turned gray, but the face remains the same. The white clothes are better than the snow, hiding the past. Love is too painful, just because you can't get it and you can't forget it.
I have missed it many times, and I only regret that this life is too long, there are too many disasters, and there are too few fates.