(A lot of Yu fan fiction)
Throughout life, the grass and trees come in spring, coming like wind and rain, and going away like fine dust.
When you come, the acacias bloom, and when you leave, the acacias fall. All encounters in the world are just like this.
The quiet road to Chang'an is endless and endless. We are still us, and we are only us.
Intention: Even in the dust, we can still stay together