Jiangnan in rain and fog
In the middle of the wisteria flower
That woman
Is it whispering, crying, or missing
What is lingering and pathos is not this story, it is my life, my love, and her failure to return.
In order to protect the pure land behind him, the sea of wisteria flowers in his memory, and me, he gave his life.
A great victory at the border is not a great victory without him
I am willing to wait under the wisteria flowers, just like the flower language of wisteria: the love of my life
I have to wait for my whole life, and I have to wait for the next life.
Intention: My heart's home is my hometown