When my concubine's hair first covered her forehead, there was a drama in front of the door. Lang came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums.
Or in my cognition, there has never been a thought about "you don't belong to me". All encounters and mutual understandings are so justified, regardless of the reason.
But who knew that we would actually have the need to avoid and hide from each other, and that the original perfection would be cut off because of irrelevant people and things.
Many years later, I carefully savored the sentence "living together for a long time, childhood sweethearts guess", but suddenly I realized that the rift I had always hated was not caused by outsiders, but it had always been buried in our hearts. It was only because of the cracks in the heart that outside light penetrated, allowing it to grow.
But I still found you after all. You said that it is a blessing to be reunited after a broken mirror. But I don't know, can a broken mirror really be reunited? Can a broken mirror be reunited to make happiness? And what is happiness?
No one can give me the answer, so let me find it myself.
With that thought that I always had.
You belong only to me.