As the pipa played in Yuxiang and the smoke from the medicine stove warmed the air, Lu Changchu leaned over and sighed softly: "I will share half of my life with you."
The white orchids are blooming, and the jade pendants are in pairs. The kiss he placed on Shen Xiansi's forehead was light but heavy, a silent protection.
On the way back from the temple fair, he coughed up blood and stained his clothes. Their lips touched each other in the alley, and he announced with a kiss: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."
The honeysuckle is evergreen and the coffin is covered with earth. Lu Changchu leaned over and kissed the cold wooden surface, hiding his love in the loess.
Three kisses sealed the deal, half a lifetime of bonding, the scent of medicine intertwined with the sound of strings.
In the end, joy is short in life, but love is deep and long.
Intention: The fragility of life and the tenacity of human nature, love and regret in troubled times.