Where the wind blows, the clouds clear and the fog disperses, and the pale moonlight is as pure as water.
Outside the painting building, Zigui cried at night, but no one knew it was an old friend coming.
There is a kind of love that will not be lost in time;
There is a kind of love that can last forever.
She said: I will wait forever, two years, three years, ten years, twenty years... Until he comes back, or until I die.
He said: Loving someone is actually very simple, just keep her in your heart and remain unchanged throughout your life.
Time changes, white clouds pass by, and the quicksand of the world rushes across my fingertips. Fortunately, when I turn around, I can still see your smile as before.