Dead trees usher in spring because of your appearance. But I forgot that I am waiting for spring, and spring never stops. The love of teenagers is more turbulent than the tide and more intense than the scorching sun. But the thorns along the way will eventually destroy the love...
You are a red rose on the hill, warm and free; but I am a dead weed, waiting to decay.
Two Strong Scholars - Mu Siyan & Nan Shijin
Concept: Looking at the moon from the third person