The ink color of the bamboo forest cannot wait for you to miss you for three years
The rain and the wind cannot blow your heart for three years
When remembering
This old friend is boundless between heaven and earth
Admiration never fades
My mind never fails
But when did I know that you would never return home?
Purpose: Recalling one's youth, drawing a perfect end, reflecting the goodwill of real people from small things, and elaborating on the central idea of being based on the present.