Lu Jingze is back, Chen Gen is dead
The dust returns to his hometown, and his roots are in the soil... Just like his name.
We have known each other for twelve years. We can withstand the pain of three years and the coldness of five years. We can withstand the itch of seven years, but we cannot keep the promise of ten years...
Whoever we love or hate is often entangled in a single thought, just like the algae in the water that cannot be sorted out and keeps struggling until the bones rot and turn into mud before being freed...
Intention: I wish those who love each other happiness