It will take a long, long time before you understand that all the lingering thoughts, all the depression, all the sudden silences and sighs, smiles and tears in life are just because "it would be nice if it were you".
Let your eyes be full of desire, travel through the boundless breeze and moonlight, and slowly illuminate your heart with warmth. The wind blows through the west window and passes through the alley, gently shaking the sleeves and making the whole place burst into tears. Who, dancing and playing lightly, makes the flowers wither so hastily. Who is still holding the pipa, half covering up the frivolity in the sound. Heart, lost, slowly counting the passing past.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
