It's like saying goodbye to someone who has traveled far away and will never return. You can neither bless nor retain him. It was very cold, like the frozen North Pole, but her heart was barren and barren. Su Niange was sitting in a taxi heading to the station and met a funeral. A huge procession was approaching from the front of the road. She stared blankly at the coffin of the deceased, as if she saw this dead love slipping silently into the world without disturbing anyone.