The rain melted into the spring soil, but the fragrant snow did not let go. Everything was like a dream trapped by heavy snow. The cold wind seeped into the January sky, and large clouds shrouded Nanliang. From the day I set foot in Nanliang, I was ignorant of sorrow and joy, couldn't bear to resist, and couldn't help myself. The past and present were only a blink of an eye, but they were thousands of miles apart. The Buddha said that there are three lives and three lives due to dependence, and there will be no rebirth after three deaths. These ten years have only been a dream. From now on, I am willing to tie the scenery with a long rope. Even if time forgets you, I will hide in the gaps and spend all my life and even all my life hating you as always.