I forgot my name, I only remember my lover's name is Nanjian.
I was as depressed as a ghost and paranoid to the point of madness. Fortunately, Nanjian was willing to indulge me.
Nanjian is dead.
I loved him, buried him, and planted daffodils on his grave, just to wait for his soul to be reborn.
Asking for a reunion that will never come true, and guarding a lover who will never be seen again.
Until the flowers bloom and people return, until I willingly embrace a lake of cold water, I finally know:
I buried myself with my own hands.
Narcissus blooms and Nanjian returns.
I and I have been going around for a long time, and it is difficult to see us back.
Intention: Don't think wildly