Five years ago, you were unknown. At that time, I stood beside you with an upright identity.
Five years later, you are standing on the top of the mountain, but we no longer have the friendship to say goodbye and be safe.
After three long and lonely years apart, you are the only comfort in my heart, but in exchange for your words: If there is a next time, if you touch my people again, I will not let you go.
The Buddha said that looking back five hundred times in the past life only leads to one encounter in this life. So Xu Xiao, do we look back frequently in our past lives and never forget them?
Intention: After thousands of sails, it's still you