That year it rained apricot blossoms
You stand holding an umbrella
Said my scars look very similar
The mountains of your hometown
Now I'm treading on the blood of my enemies
Looking for you through thousands of mountains and rivers
But only found
You look like you are sleeping with fallen flowers on your pillow
The blade scratched my face
Old wounds add new ones
this time
I can finally
sleep with you
Huangquan Road
You will still recognize
This broken face?
I gently close your eyes
Just like that year
You wipe it away for me
blood on face
Purpose: Such stories can often trigger readers to think deeply about the meaning of life, the true meaning of love and the depth of human nature.