When I was young, I loved someone passionately and persistently. Although I was humble and tolerant, I loved her with all my heart.
It's been twenty-three years.
Twenty-three years later, the beautiful rivers and mountains were finally buried in a piece of broken bones, and the old stories of the warblers and swallows were also dispersed into clouds and smoke along with the ashes, no longer alive.
Those years with mountains and rivers far away are buried in coffins and will never see the light of day.
Purpose: No matter how bad a person's memory is, the thoughts of his loved ones that are engraved in his bones and blood will never fade away over time.