The moon that night was Xia Xuan Yue, as thin as a blade of light.
The wind that night was a warm spring breeze, but it could not warm her fingertips.
The woman that night was a stranger, but she took root in his heart from then on.
Sometimes, he wanted to build a tomb for her and bury the jade pendant in it. From then on, I stopped thinking about myself.
Sometimes, he wanted to build a house for her and take her home directly when he saw her again. After all, no other woman in the world could catch his eye.
Such deserted eyebrows,
Such light lips,
I will never find another similar woman.
Conception: