They once had a vigorous love affair, which ended in nothing. When we met again many years later, he had lost all his memories, so he tentatively said to him, "Shall we get married?"
Fu Yunchuan dreamed that he had turned into the river, flowing downwards, merging into rivers, and flowing into the sea. He knows no past, no future, only the present. He flows in every depression and pours into every fork in the road. There is no right or wrong. Because he knows that they are always together, whether it is a puddle, a river, a river, or a lake, but they reach the same destination by different routes. At this moment, he is the dew on the leaves and the bubbles at the bottom of the whale.
This is his established path. He comforted himself like this in many midnight dreams.
It is an unchanging destiny in this world.
The water flows to lower places, and the river surges into the wilderness.
Intention: No matter how hard it is on the road, we will stick to our ideals