Flowers fall forever, holding the hands of children
The red thread in the palace of marriage,
Peach blossoms under the peach blossom tree,
That broken lute.
I hide the peach blossoms and red threads in the human fireworks and the mundane world that you like,
And I held the repaired pipa, caressing the strings on it, walking through the past and looking at the memories of the past.
Maybe when I see you again I will say
The peach blossoms are blooming
2022,8,8
Intention: Never give up, never compromise, face the future