After the rain, the sky cleared, and no rainbow rose. Only the green moss on the bluestone road was shiny, reflecting the halo of the sun, and this halo extended to the end of the road. At the end of the road, the man looked at the long silver hair between the dilapidated temples opposite. The wrinkles in the corners of his eyes were full of deep affection, and he just hoped that we would never have to be separated again.
Motto: Love is priceless