I stepped onto the Naihe Bridge and looked back at the broken past of my previous life, and finally no longer missed it...
In the rain, he held an oil-paper umbrella and said to me softly: "Your compassion is a sharp blade that will kill you."
He was dressed in red and fell drunk under the cherry blossom tree, holding my hand tightly; "Little girl, I think you look like my future wife."
He looked at me helplessly with a pair of drunken eyes: "Alan, I don't want to forget you, I really don't want to..."
In this troubled world mixed with love and hate, desire and nature, I vaguely hope for a touch of peace and tranquility...
May I be like the stars and the moon, and may my light shine brightly every night...