The world is cyan and blue, and then mixed with golden colors, it will become black and red colors after black and white. Of course it's the color of the world.
Now you ask me what color it is, of course it is sky blue mixed with white and green dotted in the long black night.
Qian Zhuqing told me this. He always said this to me when he came back from that autumn. We should get closer and understand each other better.
I don't know what it means if a ginkgo says this to a sycamore, not to mention that it is not a ginkgo, but an iron tree that blooms once every thousand years.
I only know that, looking back now, it would have been nice to have been closer to him no matter what he was thinking. After all, what is always lost is the best thing. Loss is not the reason for beauty, the time I had in the past and the time I should have had in the future is the measure of the value of what I have lost. And then I will always think back to him, painfully hateful, cherished, and extremely cherished as a person, as if he was a person who didn't exist, as if he was someone who would betray even his own feelings, as if he was only the thin iron tree of himself when he smiled.
And at some point, I'll remember that I'm not alone.
And morning.
Intention: love and persistence