Soybean Exquisite Heart

Never be separated is just a pale and powerful statement, just a misty smoke floating in the mountains. This is not an era of reunion, nor is it a chaotic era of war and corpses. They separated, walking farther and farther back to back. There is sadness but no expectations; there are promises but no results; there is a past but no future. If it is not a prosperous age, we are doomed to endure twists and turns of separation, and if it is not a troubled age, we will not be able to complete the legend of reunion. At the moment of separation, everyone will cry. Every tear is a past event. Every past event is like a flower. Every flower has thorns. The slightest touch can cut the skin and make blood droplets.