The Shadows of Flowers Are Chaotic and the Sound of Orioles Is Broken. "Death Fan"

In the golden years, fireflies are flying. The shadows of flowers are confused and the sounds of warblers are scattered. The apricot blossoms are fragrant, and the years are flowing. We are lost in different spaces and miss each other all the time. The snowy winter was the first time we met. Lonely, we cuddled back to back and held hands to comfort each other. "Rui, Lian." Their fingers intertwined. "We will never be separated."