50 Years later.
I play beautiful canon music.
The extremely lingering music is like two people accompanying each other in life and death.
Xiu Shuang and I played together.
A gust of wind picked up. A group of colorful balloons blew up. Wine Red Lan held the balloon tightly in her hand. I am over fifty. Hair as white as snow. The wine red orchid is as beautiful as ever. Nothing has changed. Wine Red Lan stretched out her right hand to me. A faint smile bloomed like a pure little flower. But the eyes seem to hide the deepest loneliness in the soul.
I know this is happiness and joy that others cannot replicate.