I have been fascinated by the Northern Wei Dynasty recently, so I wrote such a sad story inspired by history. What's the point of being sorry? I have carried the wind when spring comes, and the snow when winter comes, but I have never carried your heart. People say: I see deer when the forest is deep, whales when the sea is blue, and you when I wake up from a dream. However, when the forest is deep, it is foggy, when the sea is blue, the waves surge, and when I wake up from sleep, the night continues; I see no deer, no whales, and no you. After all, we separated because we didn't trust enough. I just wish that you and I would never meet again in the next life. If you don't like it, don't spray it. Thank you everyone.