[Art Picture Language] 2024.01.07 Thousands of mountains covered with snow at dusk, who can I go to hug a lychee?

Thousands of mountains covered with snow at dusk, leaving behind half of the longing in the world. Looking at the lonely moon in the mirror, it reflects the missing moments. To you, I am nothing but a fleeting glimpse of a mayfly. It is hard to describe the infatuation of staying together forever.