After parting, I don't know whether you are far or near, how desolate and depressing it is for you! As we travel further and further away, there are no more books. Where can the fish sink in the vast water?
Late at night, the wind blows on the bamboos, and the sound of autumn leaves is filled with hatred. So I lean on a single pillow and look for it in my dreams, but my dreams fail to turn into lamps and become ashes.
As time goes by, the original intention remains unchanged, and the leaves drift away and I travel far away.
A long song that revolves around war, conspiracy, and love.
There is no beautiful love in the article. Perfection and goodness can only exist in ideals and be pursued as phantoms.
The first part of this article is lengthy. If you are impatient, you can start from Volume 3 without affecting your progress.