I still remember when we first met as youths, dressed in white. Gold traced the paper fan, and your graceful eyes and brows shone. On the road to the capital, the flute's mournful notes choked, blood-red cinnabar marked the moon as it waned.
The sword points toward the one from those days. We thought we'd never meet again in this life. You traveled north while I stayed south, tears streaking our temples gray. Years of parting and sorrow, resentment faded, love took root. When the chrysanthemums fell, we met again. We drank by the wind, with everything left unsaid.
Bring your own bench (melon seeds)
I grabbed an unclaimed sofa~\(≧▽≦)/~
The name is a little hard to remember and easy to remember wrongly (????ω????)
I'll come and occupy a space●▽●
I just watched quietly (???)
Bench Bench~\(≧▽≦)/~
I'm just here to occupy some space. Let me go on that sofa~\(≧▽≦)/~
Description can be omitted appropriately
The nest is here to occupy the sofa (*/ω\*)
My opinion is to give it a nicer name.