"Wanmei, long time no see."
"Hey, Wanmei, wait for me."
"Wanmei, that old man punishes you again!"
"Here you go chestnut cake."
"Okay."
"Wanmei! We are here! Come here quickly! Wanmei!"
"Qian Dai, what did you write?"
"Of course I will be with Wan Mei for the rest of my life! Wan Mei is the best and best person in the world."
"Not going back."
"Everything I said tonight was serious."
The heart is a dark night, calm and deep.
My heart is like the falling wind and snow, dancing and falling.
The heart is the prosperity of the human world, bright and trance-like, so beautiful that people cannot see it clearly.
Let the ink drip onto the plain white paper and become a stain that cannot be wiped off or wiped away. It has become an inadvertent mistake.
What a lifetime.
What goes together.
Even without knowing it.
All stuck in my throat until I swallowed thousands of words again.
The scars fade away, only to increase the melancholy.
She remembered that snowy night in Shangyuan, and every word she heard.
I even remember the smell of chestnut cake floating in the air when the snow fell on the plum blossoms.
Finally a sincere kiss.
Just like the ink marks made by mistake back then.
Intention: How can there be no love in the world that cannot be loved and cannot be asked for?