Flowers bloom on the other side. Flowers bloom on the other side. When they bloom, there are no leaves. When there are leaves, there are no flowers. The flowers and leaves do not meet each other, but they are inseparable...
The dust of the past life, the wind of this life, and the reincarnation of fate rotate in the past and present lives, looking for the causes of the past lives and the consequences of this life. The best is like water, the cycle of cause and effect.
It's him, it's him. At the crossroads, are we heading towards the past or the future? Should you choose to get lost in the gorgeous cherry blossom forest or search for the remaining memories in the alleys of Jiangnan?
I bow my head to the red dusty streets and return to it as if I were dreaming. Thinking about it again and again, there is always a trace of confusion that cannot be seen in the thousands of miles of mist. Whoever comes in the morning and is drunk in the frost forest will always shed tears when leaving.