Everything paved the way for me to meet you.
A young child under the black eaves sat on the high threshold and hummed nursery rhymes. The flute in his hand was blown by the rain, and the nursery rhymes were carried into the distance.
The young man stood leaning against the door, watching the boy not far away running towards the desert. The young child looked at the young man in front of the dilapidated door, feeling somewhat gloating.
The boy walked into the sunset, the rain became dazzling, and the desolate land swayed slowly with the sound of the flute.
Flowers bloom every step of the way.
The young man lowered his head and remained silent, watching the stagnant water under his feet ripple and form a lake of spring water with the spring wind and the flute.
Flowers and wind are entangled.
The young man slowly knelt down on one knee with a pious solemnity on his face.
The spring breeze of soul conversion brought with it the breath of which he was crazy.
The young child patted the dust on his body, the flute was placed on the high threshold, and its owner slowly walked towards the cemetery in front.
The young man knew that he would eventually be defeated by this aura.
A complete defeat.
That's where his heart is.
Intention: Go forward, I will stay behind
