The tenderness moves the beauty,
The bright moon dances with agarwood.
Where I used to sing songs,
Today I am confused.
A thought suddenly surged in Ah Heng's mind. Since he had to turn back halfway along the way he came, then what was the purpose of his hard work all the way?
Maybe just to win such a game of chess, maybe just to meet that person and smell that vague fragrance.
