Tomb-Sweeping Day wrote a poem before, which rhymes. urgent

intersection

Looking into the distance,

Tears streamed down her face,

Go back in time,

One goes in, one comes out,

It's at the crossroads not far away.

You and I have been apart since then,

You are in the sky, I am underground,

You are so far away from me,

But souls influence each other.

Miss this intersection,

Is it a blessing or a curse?

I love you very much,

But you don't understand.

Missed this intersection,

At the next intersection,

That's heaven.