Are you happy that the moon is bright and the water is flowing high?
The whispers made years ago still echo in my ears many years later.
A carriage with ornate decorations stopped in front of us. On the roadside was a man in green shirt holding a snow-white ferret in his arms. He had dark hair and was handsome, with a light smile.
The man in the carriage came out through the curtain. His hand was slender and powerful. He was dressed in white clothes and looked as ethereal as a fairy. His smiling eyes were reflected in the indifferent eyes of the man in white clothes.
I never knew that his cold eyes would one day be dyed with tenderness, nor did I know that his gentle and jade-like smile contained a lingering affection that could not be concealed. The rain hit me lightly, and I was half melancholy, then hidden in the green mountains, staying together.
Conception: