"You are the variable in my long life."
"You are the driftwood in my wandering life."
"I have recorded the snow on the altar, the rain in the Zhenzhen Pavilion, the burnt aroma of wheat cakes, the folds of your suit, the panic every time you landed, and the regret every time you left. These words fell on the paper, dipped in cinnabar, dyed with ink marks, and accumulated the weight of two thousand years.
Now that my pen is stuck in the blank space, I want to ask a question——
Can you allow me to be surprised by the rain?
It doesn't have to be a long drought or a rain, it doesn't have to be year after year, even if it's just a gust of wind or a drop of rain when you pass through the cracks in time and space, as long as it's yours, I'll catch it.
Intention: To fight against the forgetfulness of time with thousands of years of pen and ink, and to anchor the wandering soul with the bond of two lives - when the immortals whose edges have been smoothed by time meet the shocking guests who have traveled through time and again, all the waiting and sacrifices are just to make the heartbeat that started on the snowy night at the altar finally fall into the fireworks of the world, proving that love can bloom in the loopholes of time and be more resilient than eternity.