The fragrance of gardenia lingers in the veranda, and I write in the inkstone year by year.
In the morning and evening on the long corridor, there are countless flying flowers in summer, and she watches with all her heart to return to the place in the distance.
However, the floating scenery will eventually collapse, the fallen stars will disappear, and everything will fade away.
When the illusion collapses, I realize that all the lingering feelings are rooted in the pain of the past.
Intention: The heartbeat and companionship in dreams are extremely real, but meeting each other is just like a pillow. Those ardent thoughts of young people will only remain in their sleeping dreams.
