From that intersection, that sentence of waiting for you is parting. The time that cannot be turned back is destined to end a story. A story that no one knows, buried deep in Chang'an for three seasons, without spring. There was a lot of snow in Chang'an that year; there were only three seasons in that year; we were at our best age that year; the story of that year was not long, and the meaning was the most difficult to understand.
The comet in the north is like the wind, and the star in the south is like the water. How have we ever met?
Flowers fly away from the dust, I wake up from my dream in Chang'an, it's another winter.
Intention: Everyone knows what a wonderful word it is, it is not holding hands in the shadows, but it can be told to the whole world blatantly, but in the end we don't have such courage. An unexpected encounter, a love that grows wildly, is buried deep in the night of Chang'an.