Later I realized that they were just helpless in the story told by the storyteller. Later I realized that they were just the old songs that overturned the years in the ferryman's obsession to see thousands of sails. Only later did I realize that they were just wanderers in a foreign land where life was easy for them, passing each other across the world.
If life is just like the first meeting, it is better to miss it more than the first meeting. The smoke and rain flowers in the south of the Yangtze River appear as soon as possible, and the drizzle continues and the love continues. If we can see each other forever in life, how can we never get tired of seeing each other?