A lifelong love, but died tragically at the hands of the one he loved
A hundred years of separation
The second generation recognizes each other, but it is difficult to "love each other" due to the secular world
An accident
Love for three generations, we grow old together
Green smoke is curling, red clothes are fluttering, gray flutes are whistling, and white mist is lingering. I have left a good skin behind, but to this day, I have no direction. White smoke is curling, gray clothes are fluttering, red flutes are whistling, and green mist is lingering. I have been left with a stinky skin, and to this day, I have no direction...