The ink-stained scroll is as quiet as clouds, letting the light wind stir up a corner of snow-colored curls. The ultimate coldness in the fine lines wraps around the heart that is gradually losing its temperature. The only thing that is clear is pain.
He devoted all his heart to Luo Mo, even if he was destined to be separated by life and death. The struggle between belief and disbelief has nothing to do with fate.
You said you were looking for a reason. You have achieved your pride with your deep feelings.
You leave and leave me on my original path.
Now that I have a blank drawing paper, I am also waiting for the reason you gave me.
If everything is still unfinished, perhaps there will be room left in this life.
Conception: