Bless your relatives in heaven.

The night opened and the wound was slowly opened. Look at the moonlight, it's cold and flowing. The twilight of autumn draws time into deep loneliness. The skin of the buttonwood tree cracked and became your shadow. Finally, I still can't get out of your season. If there are flowers in heaven, I hope it is full of mountains and flowers. ?

The setting sun is on the other side of the mountain and has fallen asleep. And I, on this side of the mountain, still stand at the window. There is a light rain from the south. I can't untie the bondage of vines, and finally I have nothing to say. If there are flowers in heaven, then I hope it will last forever, only in your season. ?

In the cold wind, layers of ships are swaying. In the dark, you are spinning at me, tears are condensed on my cheeks, and I can't erase the traces. In the ancient future, human beings will become apes. We finally became strangers. If there is a flower in heaven, I hope there is a flower carved with stone, which will be still forever, rain or shine. ?

Familiar and unfamiliar memories separate us from each other. The fragrance of plum blossoms disappears, and you and I are speechless. I am on the lonely peak, and I wonder if anyone remembers the time that belongs to you and cherishes my thoughts. If there are flowers in heaven, I hope one is my favorite, so that you can remember my destined love for you.

I wrote it to my mother in heaven myself. Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived. I hope that the dead will rest in peace and the living will be well.

Thank you for your adoption.