The smile on your lips is a bowl of wine that I have boiled and swallowed into my belly, which warms my heart and makes my eyes red;
The distant shadow of your departure is the half ray of wind I cut, blowing across your face, cooling your eyes and intoxicating your lips;
I wonder if you can let go of that charming cinnabar mole in your heart,
I wonder if you have let go of that beautiful soul in your eyes that captivates all sentient beings,
If you can't let go or give up, I would like to turn into the wind lingering in the corner of your eyes;
If I can let go and give up, I would like to become the scenery in your pupils.
I will give everything I have to leave you with a true smile.
Ps: The heroine of this article is not Mary Sue, Xiaobai, or the Holy Mother, and her feelings are flowing slowly.
The male protagonist is Gin Ichimaru.