He is the observer under the blue sky and white clouds, and she is the kite in the high distance; he plays the flute, and she is silent; in the long and short life, she is happy, and he is regretful. Dreams are so beautiful and intoxicating, but they are ultimately empty. The relationship between them is like a soft and melodious song, clear and long. Recalling it is like a simple, elegant and distant ink painting, but it can only be a painting that stays in memory.
Intention: The love that passes away is the most profound when the love is the strongest