When we met for the first time and had a glimpse, was it destined that I was just the most insignificant piece on your chessboard?
Suqin's "flowing photos", is it a portrait of life and death, or of love and hatred?
Many years later, after thousands of sails have passed, I hold the man in my arms who loves me and smile slightly. From now on, in heaven and on earth, I only wish to be with you...