When I first met you, you said your name was Lian Zhao. I thought, Jiang Li Lian Zhao, it would be a bitter experience for two Chinese medicines to meet.
However, I could not have predicted at that time that in the end, I would be the only one to bear this pain.
We met at the end of the world and ran all the way. I thought you were the only source of my dry life, but I didn't know that you were just a passing rain that fell into my picky river bed. The wind and sand you brought when you left covered my dry life again.
I am the most bitter relic you left behind.