"Dad, where is mother? Doesn't she want us anymore?" The little boy tugged on his sleeve, "Probably... Your mother... She's down here." He answered with unknown emotion. "Then when will she come back?" "Maybe next spring. Your mother is afraid of the cold and likes spring very much." Looking into the abyss, her eyes were dim. Because he knows that maybe the next spring will never come...
The big one and the small one have stood beside the Falling Immortal for countless springs and autumns. Many springs have passed, but there is no return date for the next spring.
Songs can't end the troubled times, dance can't end the prosperity. In this life, please love with all your heart.