After farewell, I miss each other across the smoke and water, and the calamus flowers are as high as five clouds. I burst into tears, thinking of you today. Warm pot, thin wine, feeling cold, time is worthy of floating dreams. Lin Yiyan knows that everything will eventually disappear with time, and all love, hatred and hatred will turn into the past, like a small speck of dust, returning to eternity. But the wonderful thing is that time will bring the past to you, intertwined with your current life, and connected by threads. The past is not past, and the present is also the past.