There is no shadow in the world, but the bones exist under the flowers. What has been forgotten are the six years that only Mo Yunqiu remembers. He spent those four years relying on a voice recorder, and his lover forgot about him.
Beautiful death, the bones buried under the soil will never decay, and the surface is covered with bright red roses. They completed the last resistance, and they were young and honest that year.
——"Mo Yunqiu, it turns out we have known each other for a long time."
——"Xingxing, I love you, those 6 years were the happiest time in my life."
On the Lantern Festival, Feng Lanxing had a long dream.
When I looked back, I saw that person was in the dim light.
Intention: BE