Twisting hibiscus in her hands, she looked up to the sky. The dense lotus leaves and red lotus flowers behind her seemed so far away against her fluttering dress.
A warm winter smile, and tolerant dark eyes.
Everything about her is so beautiful, so beautiful that it's almost nothingness. It's a pity that buried deep in my heart is a dark and endless night. . . . .
She is unreasonable and unreasonable. She defines her own world. Never ask her why, she will only tell you: because I like it!