There is no fixed basis for mountains and rivers in ancient and modern times. With the sound of horns drawn, horses come and go. Who can talk about the desolation? The west wind blows the old red maple tree. Have you ever had countless grievances? We are fighting with each other, we are on the road to the green tomb at dusk, we are deeply in love, the sunset is shining deep in the mountains and the autumn rain is deep. He was helpless and precarious; she said goodbye to the past and grew up alone; she pitied his situation, and he pitied her loneliness; he had never been a fellow traveler, how could he be a fellow traveler? He seems to have forgotten the past, but he cannot forget it; he has given up everything to be with her, but how much is it worth it? He has to find his lost memory even if he travels across thousands of rivers and mountains, even if it takes his whole life.
Intention: How deep is the love?