It's another cold winter, January in Beijing is still so cold, the cold fingertips penetrate the lonely and deep night.
With unmelted snow on his shoulders, the man in a black coat walked to the cemetery. He knelt down and placed the perfectly bloomed flower in his hand next to the spotless tombstone. He raised his eyes and gazed tenderly at the photo on the tombstone.
The young man is handsome, with white hair, and a small mole under his eye. He has a temperament that no one can get into.
"Baby, I'm here to see you"
"How have you been recently?"
"I miss you"
Intention: I wish you evergreen and I wish you freedom