Xiao Selancheng looked at him as he grew old, but for fear of being sentimental, he refrained from making pity remarks. I lean on the flower in the pavilion and feel sad without saying a word. The faint fragrance floats everywhere and I know where it is.
Back on the moonlit road in the old days, the cuffs of my sleeves were fragrant and cold, and my heart was as bitter as the autumn lotus. Don't talk about living among flowers. People who cherish flowers will leave them without owners.
--Nalan Rongruo's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"
I always feel that it is still early and everything is still too late.
It's autumn in a blink of an eye.
The large clouds have lost their stickiness and lingeringness, leaving only purity and simplicity.
The smoke ceases. The dust has settled.
It is the long-awaited peace, but the watcher never returns.
Didn't we promise that we would live together, Uchiha Itachi.
The sky is so far away. Stretch out your hand, there is wind and coolness lingering between your fingers.
It seems that your clear smile cannot be touched or held.
It turns out that everything in this world will eventually come to nothing.
Even the forever you promised.