Love, when we hear this word, we grow old like water. It is the sound of the hourglass and the expression of the flower.
So, a flower bloomed between us, blooming on the top of the moon.
Love is between you and me, at the top of the next life. Is that place closest to the moon? Can I pick this flower and smile without the tears of my previous life?
I heard that you were already old before you gave birth to me.
I heard that the life-and-death contract between Kuo and Zicheng was about holding his hand and growing old together.
So.
Let us forget that sea, let us come back again in the next life, let us never be separated from each other in life after life.
I hate it so much, I hate that I didn't have the opportunity to spend more than ten years earlier and stand side by side with you under this flowering moon. I hate that we were not born at the same time, and I hate that you were born early and I was born late. You are gone, you have gone far. You even forgot to tell me in which reincarnation you would wait for me, and where should I go to find you.
Our eternal love, our love.
"The Book of Songs" contains many flowers and flowers, flowers and leaves that have not seen each other for generations. But I must go, even if the journey is far away, even if there is no afterlife for us.
Because in our lifetime, we will meet on a narrow road and we will not be spared.
The half moon climbed up.
The silver moon is like a hook, and the smile is like a bud. Flowers bloom all over the moon.