In the spring of the tenth year of Anhe, "we will never see each other again and again, and we will never see each other again for the rest of our lives."
In the winter of the 10th year of Suning, General Mu sat on a hill outside the military camp for a night in the cold wind. He looked at the soldiers in plain clothes and listened to the mournful music. He suddenly felt a little funny, and he laughed out loud without knowing it. After a while, she fell into silence again. It was so late at night that dewdrops slipped from her cheeks and fell to the ground. One drop, two drops...
Intention: I always feel: If life is just like the first meeting, why not never know each other.