"I wish, I wish to carve my diamond-like heart into a hundred and eight beads, string them together with love threads as pliable as fine gold, hang them on your snow-white neck, and hang them on your hot chest. I know you will pick them up with your right hand. When you think of me with all your heart, say "I love" , take out a rosary, chant it endlessly, and repeat it repeatedly, I know you will be reborn in the pure land in my heart." Song Wanqing sat on a wicker chair and recited this poem over and over again. Someone once told her that this was his favorite poem, and he must read this poem to his wife. However, in these war-torn years, he would never have a chance. He loved him, and she loved him, but they didn't know each other's feelings, and everything was lost in the flames of war.
Concept: Love in the Republic of China, love that cannot be conveyed