Thousands of years ago, she only planted a favorite ginkgo tree for her.
Time has passed, and thousands of years have passed. The tree is no longer the same tree as it was back then, and their stories have been lost in the long river of time.
I hope both of them will not miss each other this time.
I really can't write copy (cross out)
This article is a very short story, so the copywriting is over
Intention: Our encounter is inevitable