When life comes to an end, the last image that flashes through my mind is of you teaching me to play the violin under the gentle sunset in Dali.
It turns out that the most regretful thing in my life is that I could not cross the ocean to see you again.
Dear Turtledove, how are you in Great Britain?
——Travel through a hundred years to see you again.
——Little Yanzi was reborn into modern times and met Benjamin on the streets of Great Britain.
——A regret in the heart of the circle, the text is written in the third person.
Intention: Crossing the ocean to see you
