When the spring mist of Qiwu Mountain spreads over the three thousand stone steps, Senior Sister Yue's sword will always be dyed with the fragrance of apricot blossoms. When I came down the mountain, I thought it was another ordinary experience. But I didn't expect her to turn back and smile at me, and there was a drumming in her ears. Only now do I realize that it is just a longing for each other that never ceases.
Intention: Be calm with gains, be calm with losses, and let nature take its course.