You can imagine what I looked like before I died,
Old and full of twilight,
Shrouded in warm orange light,
A small fragrant laurel tree,
I still have your photo in my hand,
everything in front of me,
Beginning to become blurry and shaky,
I'm sure,
I will always remember your appearance,
And you were still young and brilliant back then,
There will be many copies,
A long and tender encounter.
Intention: I believe there must be a previous life