Many years later, Xiaoxiao doubted whether there really was such a pair of gleaming eyes looking at her with such sadness.
Many years later, those who knew this story watched him leave. Some people deplored and some people condemned him, but when people cast their eyes on the man who stood as tall as a mountain, he couldn't blame him. On the contrary, some people felt respect for him from the bottom of their hearts.
He could look at the fading face of his beloved with no room for return, feel the sound of falling wind, close his eyes, waiting for the final arrival, waiting for the momentary separation of yin and yang.
Many years later, he held that piece of black hair and dreamed back at midnight. If there was an afterlife, he just asked God to grant him an ordinary body. He never wanted to enter this dark and troubled world, and no longer had to hold on to the dream of dominating the world. He just wanted to truly be himself, and truly have someone who belongs to him, someone who loves himself, and someone he loves.
The sky is about to snow, the night is dark, kiss on the eyebrows.
It doesn't matter if you go slowly and alone for a long time.
The clouds are light and the wind is light, whether it is right or wrong.
Don't blame me, love is so beautiful, like a dream.
Smile at me affectionately, calmly and not brokenhearted.
Falling in love during the golden years is worth a lifetime of drunkenness.
Smiling at me passionately, I don't know the romance.
In the end, you are still me, with a tear on my lapel.