Sprinkle Pen and Ink to Dye the Paper Red

The world of mortals is waiting, intoxicated by the past like smoke, the sun and the moon are sad, and the time is fleeting. The hurt, the longing, and the longing gave me too much nostalgia. Too many lingering thoughts, a stroke of red paper, to whom should I send it? Ink is scattered all over the floor, who will listen? We laugh and talk about love and hate, just because the dust has fallen away, the pen and ink have been broken, and the music has ended and people are gone. The most heart-breaking song of lovesickness... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.