Zhuang Sheng, in this deep sea, do you still have a face like an epiphyllum? Do you remember you and me under the peach blossom tree in the spring when we first met? Do you remember the determination in your eyes when you and I held hands and made an agreement? Do you remember the red dress that faded on the night of flowers and candles? Do you remember the remaining warmth of the hug I gave you when I put on my shirt? I hope you remember it, but I hope you will forget it all after drinking Meng Po Soup, and continue to be a worry-free person in your next life. The bitterness and sweetness of these memories will be left to me for safekeeping. Remember to follow your heart and be content with yourself. And wait for me.