In March of that year, I stood by the bridge and said goodbye to my husband with tears in my eyes.
I thought that he would eventually return tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow.
But I stood by the Wangchuan Bridge and waited for many days, counting the ebb and flow of the tide, but I never saw his shadow again.
Everything has a cause and effect, and I am ultimately the one who cannot love.
Concept: Ancient love, deep love, misty rain