The dark purple eyes looked faint and faint, like an ancient well with no ripples like a cold pool. It seemed that everything in the world was absorbed into it, but no scenery was reflected at all.
What kind of past makes you feel so cold and lonely!
What kind of soul mourning lies beneath the surface of neither sorrow nor joy!
The white peony on her forehead swayed with strands of tenderness.
Night, just for the curvature of your lips, I am willing to crush the prosperity of this world for you!