That empty coffin
a dead stone
It became Fusu's heartache
In many years of dreams
He always sees a beauty in yellow leaning against the ship's sill
Lotus leaf swaying
The young man in the pavilion is looking intently at a book in his hand
year after year
He said that he took her with him when he was fighting, studying, eating and drinking.
Let's go on without disturbing each other
It's also companionship in another sense.
Intention: The past is something that cannot be forgotten