Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears. Thirty years of ups and downs, thirty years of ups and downs, all the love and hatred in the past were finally swept away by the wind and sand, leaving behind a broken sword and a broken heart. If time could go back, would that mute boy still wait under the apricot tree for the girl who sneaked up to the eaves? Are you still willing to realize your dream of traveling across the world with your sword? Can those disappeared friends and relatives reappear?
It's a pity that without the if, the unsheathed sword had already turned into the wind, carved the fine lines at the corners of the eyes, passed through the hearts of the widows, and became a legend in the world for future generations to comment on.
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you