There is one person I love most in my life. She is generous and righteous, informal and has strong eyebrows. I was lucky enough to meet her when I was young. When I was young, I didn't know how to love and hate, and I just poured out my affection endlessly. I respect her, love her, gain her, and lose her. This man passed away far away, and finally his whole life was marked by a piece of paper. The river was far and wide, and everyone was happy.
Concept: Falling flowers are intentional, flowing water is ruthless, meeting is fate, missing is also destined.