My name is Xu Yuhuan, I am going to die, I deserve to die...
I already have white camellia in my heart. How can thousands of roses enter my heart?
This rain soaks between us, green and throbbing
The absurd spring is given meaning because of you
At the end of the sea are wind flowers, snowy moon, endless tide and freedom
What's more painful than separation is that your lover is right in front of you but you can't speak
You are the throb between the chirping of cicadas, monopolizing my bitter summer for a long time
Your pupils full of gardenias are the second tunnel to midsummer
Intention: None
