Mo Yili

Pour the country, pour the city, but pour you.

Familiar eyebrows, familiar expressions, unforgettable, never changed.

You're back at last, my dear son ......

The feelings in my heart poured out like a floodgate was opened, tearing my body like an avalanche and pouring out from my heart.

The cold liquid slipped from the corner of my eye, but my throat choked like something blocked it.

Qinger, there you are.

"Looking for him in the crowd, I suddenly looked back and the man went to the dim light." My lips were slightly parted, and the beautiful sound line crossed the air and got into my ears.

Buddha said that we passed by 500 times in the past life, and in exchange for looking back once in this life, then this time, we will definitely meet.

Dead bones and floating souls are the elegy of the living. I traveled across mountains and rivers to pursue it, singing softly thousands of times, hurting all the words of the spring and autumn, just waiting for you to return.