On the day of Lin Qifu's burial, Lin's mother received a handful of lisianthus, which she thought was not suitable for such an occasion as a funeral. Lin Ji pulled her and said, "Sister, I love lisianthus the most, take it with you." The handful of lisianthus was buried underground along with Lin Qifu's coffin. The lisianthus will be covered by the moist soil, but love will not. So for many years after Lin Qifu's death, there would be a bunch of fresh lisianthus stained with dew in front of her tombstone. The world is vast, and miracles are hard to find. There was once a love song in this world that spanned life and death.
Intention: A love song that spans life and death, maybe at a certain period of youth, it doesn't need to be so unforgettable