The birds in the country have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared.
Jiang Muxue, it turns out that there really is such a thing as the end of the song, are you okay in heaven or hell? And I will always be your Thirteen. Your and my stories should not be buried in the torrent of this era. I will use a pen to leave it on the paper forever. Many years later, even if the paper has turned yellow, someone will always remember our story.
Don't you like traveling? I will visit every corner of the world for you.
Jiang Muxue, I miss you so much.