"Lu Beichuan, tell me, will there be a sea on the other side of the sea?" Nanhuai smiled. She probably never dreamed that before she died, she was still thinking of Lu Beichuan.
She sat on the rock and watched the sea coming in. The straight long legs dip into the sea water from time to time. The girl couldn't help but transform into a stubborn fish, as if she wanted to use her body. Speak to the sea about injustice. That churning sea never stops. Like Nanhuai's love, it will never stop.
Nan Huai's eyes were red. He cried and smiled, "Beichuan, this time I want to wish myself peace. You have to fly higher and higher with my thoughts. We are all poor people in love. I don't blame you."
After she finished speaking, she jumped into the sea like a fish that had found its home.
"Lu Beichuan, when the crabapple flowers bloom next year, remember to put a bouquet in front of my grave."
"I have to make peace with myself."
Is there the sea on the other side of the sea? It seems not anymore. The other side of the sea is no longer a sea. It is a rotten whale, a drifting rose petal, a secret that cannot be hidden and a love that cannot be expressed.
Intention: Everyone will find the light that illuminates themselves