The east wind is ruthless again, blowing the pink and red colors all over the ground. The curtains of the green building do not hide my sorrow, but I still feel like I was last year today.
Who would have thought that I would be in charge of spring remnant affairs by mistake, and I would shed tears when I visit them everywhere. At this time, the calendula is so deep that you can see all the falling flowers and get drunk.
The intertwining paths of fate, the fatigue of both body and mind
Hopeless sadness and waiting, will there be a happy ending?
Intention: