However, Bai Xue disliked the late spring, so she went through the courtyard to make flying flowers.
If I die without a burial place, please take me to see the snow-capped mountains, bury my ashes under the mountains, and wait for spring to come every year. I like spring, old year, you can watch it for me.
Intention: When you are separated from your lover, will you choose to live this life for him or go with him?