Resting against the mountain,
It is a majestic and green mountain,
And soft and bright Ann.
The old man's name was Shan. He carried his wife into the cold winter, holding so many manuscripts in his hands, those pages called "Suicide Notes", each page was stained with tears. The setting sun shines through the window and falls on the arc of the corners of their mouths...
"You are the aurora above the North Pole in my heart. You are luck and a miracle."
"Don't be afraid, you know I'm always behind you"
He is the light and heat of her life, and she is the white lotus of his own dreams.
She was most afraid of the cold, so she left at the end of autumn.
Therefore, he hugged her without any nostalgia.
Concept: Love is a long poem in itself