The story of him and her begins in the misty south of the Yangtze River, passes through the heroic northeast, bypasses the dry northwest, and finally returns to the starting point. However, they discovered that the sand, blood and tears stained on their bodies when they returned could no longer be washed away by the flowing water from the small bridge in the south of the Yangtze River, so they could never go back to the past.
He turned around and headed north, said "Take care" and left without looking back. From now on, he will always be alone.
She turned sideways to the south without saying a word, but the moment before she took a step, she turned back slightly and looked deeply into his eyes, which were blurred by implicit tears.
In this life, I will always pass by.
Farewell to Jiangnan, no matter how gentle the bridge is, it is still full of desolation.