Late at night, in a corner where no one knows, for whom would you be willing to spend everything you have and push yourself into a desperate situation of loneliness and dryness? The motivation and support hidden in the deepest part of my heart, is it the mere words of the oath carried in the wind, or is it the fragrance of crabapples that has not dissipated in the wind for thousands of years? Or is it the clothes swaying in dreams that have not been completely washed in the Forgotten River?
Never forgotten, just forgotten.
If we have no chance to meet again after a lifetime, then on this side of the Forgotten River, beside the Naihe Bridge, beside the Sansheng Stone...
Please, turn around!