Mei Ziyu, Mei Ziyu, is Mei Ziqing your relative?
No, no, Mei Ziqing is not my elder brother, nor my younger brother.
He and she were strangers born on the same day, they were water and fire, shadow and light, incomplete and complete, a trembling embrace and a failed escape.
Don't leave me. Don't leave me.
So before she died, twenty-nine-year-old Mei Ziyu suddenly thought of nineteen-year-old Mei Ziqing. He stood in front of two bayberry trees next to each other. He lifted the water with his finger and then it fell into the soil. He said, "Do these two trees look like us?"
Motto: Death cannot separate us
