I spent four years waiting for him to come back.
What he waited for was another woman standing next to him.
I turned around and left, fell into prostitution, and became the most famous "poet girl" in the capital.
The poems I have memorized are all swan songs from another world.
Later, he found me, knelt in front of me, and said that he would never be able to repay me in his lifetime.
I said, "I can't fly into that golden cage of yours, and I don't want to."
But he finally blocked the knife for me.
Before he died, he smiled and said: "Wen Wen, I don't regret meeting you."
I put the withered yellow grass ring in his hand.
"Zhizhang, wait for me. In the next life, I will take you to see the sea."
