The snow falls for seven springs and autumns, and the flowers go to night. It is always the wishful thinking of the dreamer. It cannot dissipate the wind and rain, but only adds to the death of flowers and people. The longing for life and death is impermanent, I hope the flowers of Jieyu will continue to bloom by the lake.
7 Years, just for that one miracle that can be with you...
"I have never forgotten the promise I made with you..."
Intention: The purest love