Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom.
In my dreams, there is always endless snow, and that little bit of plain color is the immortal blue cherry blossoms blooming to the extreme. Their immortal souls are still so noble even when they wither.
The snow falls silently, but the snow in my dream makes a very gentle and lingering sound when it falls. As long as you listen carefully, you will find that it is like singing an eternal and lonely song.
For tens of millions of years, that snow has fallen quietly in my dreams, dancing with grace that is unique in the world, and singing the swan song of the moving world in the world of mortals. Everything is just like that night in ancient times when I met him.
Love at first sight.
He was just like the man in my memory, dressed in white and green with ink flowing down his face.
A few blood butterflies danced gracefully in the night sea, became disillusioned, and then shattered.
It was a butterfly's dream, peaceful, beautiful and cruel.
Maybe life is like a butterfly dreaming. When you wake up, you find that the love and hate you once had that were unforgettable are just the water, moon, mirror, and flowers in the dream...