Beating drums and boring, leaping into action with troops, building canals in the cities of the country, I am traveling south alone.
From Sun Tzu Zhong, Ping Chen and Song Dynasty, I am worried about returning without me.
Love lives in a love place, love loses a strange horse, and seeks it under the forest.
The bond between life and death is broad, and I have said it to my son. I will hold my son's hand and grow old together with my son.
When I sigh, I can't live without me; when I sigh, I don't believe in me.
──The Book of Songs˙Beifeng˙Drumming Chapter
Do you believe in the story of holding your son's hand and growing old together with him?
Once, I believed so much that he would come back, but in the end, he broke this promise with his own hands, which made me miserable...
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