The summer wind blows through the albizia flowers, bringing a hint of the fragrance of memories. Haiyuan Yi galloped on the grassland. In the distance beside him were the snow-covered Gaoer Mountains all year round, and in front of him were the green mountains covered with snow-capped loyal bones.
There is no more breath of the beloved in the world, walking on the road that I once walked, and smelling the flowers of the past. The wind stirs up the thousands of waves on this vast wilderness, but I can no longer have a short-term love.
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you