The Sparse Plum Blossoms Sifting Through the Moonlight Outside the Window

I wish you the best, stay safe~ As the saying goes, Begonia has no fragrance and love is silent. But no matter what, the depth of love makes me become a ghost in the underworld It's better not to argue than to argue… Life is too short, the journey is wasted There is too much to say, love is long and paper is short If I can avoid being sad, my wife Seeing a dispute is like not seeing it, or it can withstand thousands of years of frost I'll talk slowly, you just listen first Don't cry, don't cry... When the last drop of ink falls All the stars begin to move westward I will crush your name in the broken mountains and rivers Let dawn mend the folds of regret And the faded tears on the window lattice It's spreading inch by inch The borders of home, country and love for you Therefore there is a poem - The sparse plum blossoms outside the window sift through the moon's shadow, The shadows of candles in the house flickered redder. May you know my farewell wishes, Little by little, I feel anxious. (Lin Juemin×Chen Yiying) Adapted from the original text of "A Letter to My Wife", this is a sincere retelling of memories... Intention: Paper is short but love is long