The northern city is evergreen, and the southern mountains are covered with greenery.
My parents were consumed by the blazing fire, so I used cold water to extinguish the sin burning behind my back, even if it was just a moth to the flame.
My lover was swallowed up by the endless night, and I tried my best to tear through the cruel black net, even if I died without a burial place.
My lover Ruan Suyin was my teacher. She gave me a bouquet of lilies on the last evening before she died. Even more than ten years later, I can still smell the fragrance of that bouquet of lilies every autumn, and I can still see her reluctant eyes when we parted.
"Song Feng, I can meet you..."
"It's a blessing in nine lifetimes."
The relationship between people is like a lamp that flickers on and off. I hate autumn. Autumn is the harvest season, but I got nothing except the news of Professor Ruan's death. Later, I often dreamed that she was not dead, and that we finally went to Provence together...
I knew it was a lie. My midnight dream brought back every beat of my heart, every drop of tear, accompanied by the chirping of birds at four in the morning.
In the dream, she made a clear sound when she knocked on my desk with her lesson plan. The moment we looked at each other, time seemed to have stood still for another twelve years.
Then, the dream woke up again...
Intention: Life will eventually usher in the dawn