There is a white lotus between his eyebrows.
There is a white lotus in her heart.
He held an umbrella in the ancient temple of Futu and waited for the returnee in the light rain. She danced with her sleeves through the ups and downs of the rivers and lakes.
After many twists and turns, destiny will return to its original appearance.
As quiet and deep as the white lotus between his brows, his lips parted in the mountain rain before the beginning of spring.
Conception: