One year old, one quarter, one decade
She and he seemed to have walked together for a long time, when the smoke was lingering, when the water was poor and the clouds were rising, when the mountain flowers were blooming... Morning and evening, year after year.
In the silence, she gently stroked his scar, and he nodded slightly, the distance between his thin lips and her forehead ambiguous and cautious.
During the Shangyuan Lantern Festival, she looked up and watched the Kongming Lantern rising slowly, shining brightly. When I looked back, I saw him holding a rabbit lantern among the bustling crowd.
When they were two places apart, she had no time to turn the dial. When she received a letter from him, he said, "I know you from a distance, but I don't know how deep the clouds are."
When they were alone, he gently raised her hand with his trembling hand and tied a red string around her wrist. He said, "The red string will never separate us."
Tie with red rope and never separate.
But on a cold and snowy day, he collapsed to the ground, and the blood stains under his body were dazzling and bright in the snow.
He said to her again, "This is how things should end between us."
Then, wait until the mountain flowers bloom
Let's meet her again then.
Concept: strong woman
