How thin is the boundary between love and possession? Is it smaller than the dark hook hidden in the eyebrow peak? The frost and snow blowing all over my head can be regarded as a white head. When the past was before my eyes, ten thousand words were not enough, but now it is divided into two places and even one word seems to steal.
"How about marrying me?"... That promise from childhood seemed to still ring in my ears yesterday. When the rain stopped and the coolness came, I suddenly realized when I woke up from my dream that in this life, you and I have been standing in two lines...
Who would have known that all I wanted to do was grab a handful of wine for you while I was holding the palm of my sword, so I didn't care about the shameful things I would leave behind...
