The poem is derived from chapter 171

I was moved to tears when I wrote

In fact, every chapter that the brothers and sisters read, it takes a lot, a lot, a lot of time to revise. I'm afraid that there will be typos, I'm afraid that the plot is unreasonable, and I'm even more afraid that the universe will be empty! I'm afraid that others will read it like running water, and forget it after reading it.

I'm afraid! I'll delete it! I'll delete a lot of words, many times!

This poem is shared with you:

The fallen leaves follow the wind, the wind is ruthless, blowing the cold clouds and the moon.

You sing to yourself, I make a song, but at the end of the song people disperse.

Tracing the past, sighing for the past and the present, the twilight flowers are gone.

Smiling and bright-eyed, like yesterday, a farewell memory.

One hatred for ten years, life and death follow, and I would rather die than give up.

Hundreds of reincarnations, don't want to meet for thousands of lifetimes, but none of them stay together.

Pray, I can't continue my love!