The cold waves lock the tea in the deserted yard, and the plain shadows are frosted and waiting for the dust in the wild.
The ancient trees hide the secrets to prepare for thousands of calamities, and the young people are pouring their blood into the maze.
The mist between the two cities separates the bones of lovesickness, and a hug of ice rejects the illusion of the body.
Instead of looking forward to the bottom of the clouds for thousands of years, I will spend the evening by myself.
Intention: Don't trap other people's obsessions, don't redeem others' loneliness, and have your own true character.