You said you would marry me, but the snowy streets in Beicheng have been waiting for you for sixty-two years, but you still can't welcome your red wedding sedan.
Mountains and rivers don't lie. They have been green for so many years, remembering your beauty. Do you see it in the yellow sand?
The pear blossoms are blooming again. This time, they bloom enthusiastically in winter. The bustling flowers are tireless and look just like they did back then.
No matter how hard we stay together, we won't be able to exchange for the beautiful scenery of the person under the pear. How about I take advantage of this winter sun and go home with you that day?
Intention: Solitaire in leisure time