I will write you a letter, to describe the leaves that just fell today, the birds singing in this place, the people who have gone far and come back, and every lovely moment, and send it to you, my lovely one.

I will take care of a small garden, plant my favorite roses, press the reeds into bookmarks, make maple syrup, preserve every warm moment, and share them with you.
I want to organize a thick book, for the beauty of the Mohe, for the passion of the Jiangnan, for the poplars on the sand, for the willows by the bridge, for the memories of you and me along the way.
I would do it like this, with you, if there is another life.