In life, there will eventually be someone you just met by chance, but you will remember it for the rest of your life, missing you in the middle of the night, and holding you in your dreams. But I don't know that someone is waiting silently for you, and the belt is getting wider.
The remaining flowers have fallen on the streets of the mortal world, and the beauties' temples are stained. Inadvertently, my beauty has passed away, and I am half-leaning against the railing on the other side of the world of mortals, sighing: The mountains are still full of red leaves, who will remember the former hut.
Don't be sad, I am with you.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
