On a frosty summer night, the moon is full in the sky.
Turning your hands turns into clouds, turning your hands turns into rain, but they still cannot withstand the light turn of fate.
You hold my hand and show me the world that will never be restored again.
But I was wandering around in the mist that was just a short distance away, unable to find the way out.
A night of frost, wind, snow and rain sent away who;
There is a faint fragrance in the street, who are you looking for in the dim light?
In this life, I only hope for a place to live, a bamboo house, and a clear spring. I hope that is enough.
The flute has something to say~ I am just typing words for my own amusement when I have nothing to do. I don't ask for anything else. If anyone is lucky enough to read it, I would be very grateful, but I really can't guarantee updates. . . I'm really sorry