One is grape red. The longer it is hidden, the more beautiful it becomes. Just for that day, the man came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to pick green plums. One is a sky full of stars, suddenly bright and suddenly, now far and now near, wiping each other's wounds when they are sad, and playing a chess game with each other when they are up. One is the flower of the other side. His beautiful style has always lived up to the buds that she strives to bloom. She also often asks, which one do she like the most: the extravagance of the wine glass, the coolness of the night, or the 45° elevation?