You took me to see the distant mountains and rivers. Only after I saw the fireworks in the sky did I realize that you were a distant galaxy. In the mountains and rivers of the fifth life, Luo Qianli walked and stopped, where can he find peace of mind? Whose life has been amazed by the dim light of fireflies and the silhouette of Pingpin when she flapped her fan? Qianli, Qianli, already faint, but a trace of light is about to fall... Can the young man by the lake come here with a clear spring in his hand? Above the mountains and rivers, my long sleeves fall down, you are my gradually falling apart. Can the experience of ten lives withstand the gradual separation of mountains and rivers?
Intention: Even if the mountains and rivers gradually become distant, we should still cherish the moments of estrangement.