Returning from the south to say goodbye, sitting on the moss in the back alley. A cup of thin wine, a few branches of fallen plum blossoms.
When the tide rises, Chuyi is closed, but the stars are blooming across the building. Tomorrow I will look at your place, facing the windy moon platform.
It's a short story, read it for fun, stay tuned!
Intention: Tomorrow I will look at your place, facing the windy moon platform in front of you.
