I took your dream and your last wish back to the alley where you left me, and stood at the end of the road you walked. This alley is so deep, so deep that it makes me feel a little desolate; this road is so long, so long that I can't see the other end. I was a little timid, a little hesitant, and a little hesitant. I don't know whether it's because of your passing that this deep road in the alley has emerged, or maybe it's because of my arrival that this past road has reappeared. I decided to go on and embark on this dream-seeking road for myself and for you. Everything remains as usual, the birds in Jiangnan are still singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the rain lanes in Jiangnan are still charming. I actually believed you, holding an oil-paper umbrella and wearing a jade tooth fork on my head, just like Chen Yifei's "Beauty Walking". I walked in, embarked on the road you came from, and looked around with confusion.
