Introduction:
There are joys and sorrows in the world, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and it is difficult to complete it since ancient times. There are always some things that are remembered, and some things that fade with the wind. Those forgotten memories drift away like light smoke; Those memories engraved in my heart have turned into obsessions that I can't let go. Even if you bow your head sincerely in front of the Buddha for 10,000 years, all you want is to meet and see each other again.
