Many Ghosts - Blue and White Porcelain

Even if we can't sleep together in life, I wish we could share the same hole in death. This oath will never be forgotten. The fallen red plum blossoms looked like snow. In the winter of that year, a red snow fell. In the howling cold wind, I could vaguely hear the sad trembling of the wind and snow. The woman crawled down, succumbing in a patch of red snow. The snowflakes scattered on the woman's body bit by bit, covering layer after layer. In the air, in addition to the whistling cry of the biting north wind, there are also vows floating in the winter. Conception: