Ancient Chapter——
After the years have passed and the frost has fallen, I will grind into half a stack of ink and listen to you tell the story of separation and reunion. The lanterns fall, and the red wax solidifies on the fold at the corner. Is it you and me that is written on that fold?
Modern Chapter——
I am running towards you, thousands of miles away.
Purpose: I would like to use this article to commemorate my BE cp
