The Return of Love and Life

The night is as dark as ink. The snow-covered cemetery looks like the pale face of the dead. In the dim light, the air-conditioned tombstones are like shocking swords, inserted into the silent land and into the hearts of living people. Life ends here, and the starting point is still in the hands of the gods and remains a mystery. The dead souls sleeping underground have already transcended Lihentian and escaped from the path of reincarnation, becoming dust and dirt. And the living people, whether they are sad, indifferent, forgotten, or missing, cannot withstand the torrent of time, and in the end they forget each other one after another. The years waved their slender sleeves and floated to the clouds, looking down at all living things with cold eyes, with indifference and disdain in their eyes. Pines and cypresses hide their fragrance and protect the souls from the erosion of wind and frost, but they cannot stop the torrent of thoughts of the deceased. A meteor streaked across the sky and fell into the unfathomable darkness...