The Marriage Is Not Over

"The birds in the pond miss the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss the old abyss." I still miss her, miss her, and miss her so much. This book is a carrier, a past, and a youthful journey alone... When you wake up from the dream, it is no longer reality; It's daybreak, and the three-part desire to drink wine in the moonlight has faded... A single sail is like water, but she hangs high in the sky alone, Night, I wait for you; stars, I look forward to you; moon, I miss you...