A long time ago, under the gentle rain in the parasol trees, you and I planted the seeds of sadness.
The raindrops passed through the fingers and gently hit the small pool, creating circles of ripples. In front of me, a red scarf slowly covered my head, and my vision gradually became dark. I closed my eyes, and two lines of clear tears fell from the red dress.
Two years later, in the afternoon, with light snow, you saw me, I held his hand, and you met alone in this tall red-walled west building.
"Speechless, I went up to the west tower alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the autumn in the deep courtyard."