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The waning moon, the shadows of flowers, the cold wind, one person drinking alone, one person singing alone. Withered vines and old trees, small bridges and flowing water. In the desolate scene, only one man laughed muffledly, brushing past the lonely grave that had been engraved with vicissitudes of life over time. March is supposed to be a warm spring breeze, so why are the roses crying and complaining. It is the past, and the past has carved this spring into sadness and remembrance. She said: "No matter where my next thought takes you, I will always wait for you. The oath turns into the sky and the rose turns into the withered grave." However, when she waited, he could no longer wait...