Who is it, holding out a beam of chrysanthemum light for me in the dark corner?
Who is it that hugs my body when I cry?
Who made me indifferent and lonely all my life
Your pupils are so deep that my defenses collapse.
You and I are equally lonely. You are indifferent, and so am I.
But now, everything is different
Be well. . . Leng Ran.
We all want to be well. . . . . . .