Five years of glamour, haggard, tired of the wind and moon, reduced resentment and worry, just for the year when he was sixteen years old, that young man dressed in white exuded a unique purity of ice and purity, aloof and as proud as a lotus.
Old time lead.
I thought my heart was already as calm as water, but I don't know when it started to ripple slightly again. Perhaps it was that night with heavy autumn rain, and from the soft light of the two bronze lamps, the voice was as gentle as jade, with a somewhat elegant and noble voice, "It's windy and rainy, do you want me to give you a ride?"
Time flows through the weeping willows and the long and thin water flows, and it flows across a square
Little did they know that the red thread had quietly wrapped around their fingers.
A journey is also a life...