Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them. A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, where can I find desolation? Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
I came to you across life and death, and I came to share our dreams. Why don't you believe that I really love you until now? Why should we continue the mistakes we made in our previous lives in this life?