Who cares for whom, and who is worried for whom?
Under the rain of peach blossoms, they lightly brake, and the water chestnuts shed tears of cinnabar.
Green silk hair, broken bridges and residual snow, looking at the vastness of the world.
"You obviously love her, why do you do this to her?"
"I just have an unspeakable secret just like you..." The hand that tightly grasped the hem of his clothes finally slipped away.