Black Hair at Midnight
Fragrant, intoxicating petals bloom quietly...
He sips the fine wine bathed in moonlight.
His gaze sweeps across that magnificent chair.
His eyes reveal no cracks.
The feelings churning beneath the surface
Tighten around my heart.
A city of palace lanterns, wavering shadows, walking farther and farther away.
Where will love return? Who sings the Song of Chu...
Throw flowers! ——Hey, I'll ask you quietly, being in your early thirties is such a weird concept! ?
Good! Very pretty! Come on!