Please cherish that broken heart and don't hold it after it leaves. It only hurts two hearts. The wind blows, leaving behind the back figure, who will always be by whose side, and what kind of romance there will be. Do you know the wind? Do you know flowers? Do you know snow? Do you know the moon? I don't know, I don't know. Maybe the red line under the moon is clear. Love that is fettered by the world is the most heartbreaking, and tears cannot break through the net of the world of mortals. A piece of sky, two people's hearts meet, but then leave. When a heart is still with you, don't ignore its existence. When you look back, it may have gone away with hurt. When Fenghua no longer loves Xueyue, she and he are still there in her dreams. Decades have passed, but my black hair is splashed with the snow of old age, but my heart will never change. If they meet again, they look at each other and smile, the vicissitudes of life are endless, the grievances and entanglements between the rivers and lakes have sealed each other in the depths of their hearts, their faces are already yellowed by the memories, and the memories are lingering on their hearts. In the dead of night, loneliness and longing turn into tears and fall into the prison of the past. The heart does not change, but is broken, even if the moon is old.