If love is like ink, why fear the spring blossoms.
The long sleeves are fluttering in the wind, as if the heart is turbulent.
My heart is floating, I pretend to be calm on the surface, but my tears are falling down.
You said that you would like to transform into the wind and choose to be free and easy in reincarnation
Floating dreams are like spring water, true love has become empty
Maybe I fell in love with you thousands of years ago
She said goodbye to her old love, and made a difficult choice due to the warm love, but she became associated with another time and space.
The prosperity and loneliness of life after writing those three books.