As the leaves fall, the mulberry forest also mourns
The wind blew gently, blowing away the fog, but she could no longer see her wheat-skinned little cousin in the mulberry forest. The dreams of her youth were left on a piece of cold paper, leaving no trace.
The liveliest one was kidnapped and tortured
The most sensible person fell seriously ill and died young
The gentlest person lost a loved one and became a madman
The freest one sings the lament of fate in the wind.
The free man carries the long-cherished wish of three people and walks alone on the road to seek the truth.
Facing the wind, she said slowly,
"Take me to find everything I lost and go back to the village where my childhood was buried."
Where the treasure map reaches, insert three ice cream sticks
One memory is no longer innocent, one memory is used to commemorate the deceased friends
The wind is blowing, blowing away the passing years
Light dreams at midnight, three thousand Tang flowers
I tell you about the mulberry forest, when the leaves fall, they move
I wish you all the best in Huaisang, and I wish you all the best in the future, and I wish you all the vicissitudes of the past.
Intention: My brother is a very good person and so am I.