The world is bustling and complicated, but the inner desolation always appears.
People are busy, people go their separate ways. Passing through spring and midsummer, it is silent again in the golden wind and winter frost.
I want to travel through time to see you. Go and see the spring scenery that year, and see the silhouettes standing under the flower trees.
"You see, year after year, spring doesn't come early, winter snow doesn't come late, and everything is just right when we get together and say goodbye."
I want to copy this sentence on a piece of paper and send it to you. I want to wish you a sweet dream. I want to hold a lamp for you, which will not be extinguished in life but will be extinguished in death.