The most chilling sadness I have ever read is "You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I left my head covered with snow in the world."
When I read it, I was shocked and my heart felt cold. I know this is a kind of deep sadness and despair. The living person itself has become a living grave of memory.
At the turn of the Yuan Dynasty and the Bai Dynasty, I once had a soulmate, I once had the joy of sleeping with enough content, and I once had a tacit understanding of poetry. But now, you have no bones left, but I am still in the world, living to pay tribute to all the past.
The words I mentioned above are too redundant. The most profound feelings in the world are often expressed in a few words and then return to silence.
"Send" used to be thousands of miles apart, but now it's across the Wangchuan River. "Head full of snow", too cold, living too long, too long. But only when you are alive can you continue to sing the good stories of your former close friends.
How desolate...
2018.8.24