I died in February of 2018 in Peicheng. In February 2004, I returned to Peicheng to search for the truth about death.
On the way to find the truth, I met a girl. She picked up the sycamore leaves in autumn and gave them to me. I made a ring out of the snow and ice of the winter moon and gave it to her.
I didn't know that fallen leaves would rot in spring, and she didn't know that ice and snow would melt in the warm sun.
The frost and snow will melt and wash the entire Peicheng.
Qinghe will revive and take away the stories of the past.
Just as time pushes people forward little by little, it makes the future become the present little by little.
The winter of 2018 was really cruel, and the winter of 2024 will eventually leave.
Let's bid farewell to honeysuckle and welcome the new year.
Purpose: If you survive the suffering, you can embrace tomorrow