How many nine years can there be in life?
Why did I, who should have disappeared in the first nine years, survive? And why did I meet you in the second nine years when I should have been lonely? Is it a sin or a calamity? Looking back, why did I realize just now that it was your smile in the mist? Who was it that ended the storm on the nine-layered pagoda?
If there is another nine years, will you still fan the riverside? Do you still have that deep obsession? Did you know that I was there to extinguish the smoke for you that day? If Tao music is the lead of memory, if time passes by, will I still have the chance to pluck the strings?
Announcement again: I'm really sorry for everyone... I don't know when I realized that I had to change too much... Because it was my first time to write... I really had a lot of problems... So the revision time took a long time... I'm really sorry... I will try to publish a new chapter as soon as possible... Crawl away... Crawl away...