Purple Wooden Clogs By Mi You
"The wind cannot sweep away the splendor; a single drop of blood brings it all to an end. Worn and old as I am, I walk alone through the night. The past drifts by like smoke, turning into ten lines of tears. Purple wooden clogs, I can only choose to leave in sorrow."
If this truly is the ending, all I can do is shed a few tears to express my sorrow at parting. But time has changed everything. Why must you and I meet again...
So much literary talent, write quickly
Keep writing. Great.
Go ahead and write it down, it's really beautiful!