Hunting You

The wind blowing in my ears Smell the fragrance and warmth that you can't touch that morning My lips affect your heartbeat Are you panicking? Your eyelashes seem to be dancing Are you happy? Flowers are blooming on the pink skin Savor a small bright red fruit Slowly listen to a murmuring song Are you not my world? I have also touched the mountains and rivers with my fingertips The painting of plum blossoms and long hair braided Are the pearls slipping because you are crying? Still remember the season when the red lips kissed me gently The diffuse clouds and mist cover up your splendor Softly planted plum blossoms It has also dissipated over time. When you lift up your long hair and lean down gently I'm already drunk This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.