The shadow of the candle is red, the fragrance and mist are floating in the clouds, you go to the clouds and rain, and I play the flute.
Outside there are sparse curtains and the breeze is gentle, while inside there is a secluded room with green lights. There is a layer of red paper in the middle and a few sparse latticework, but it is not a mountain of clouds weighing tens of thousands.
One is inside, the other is outside, the slanting moon is dim and the lamp is half bright. Old hatreds and new sorrows, continuous depression.
I'm a courtesan, and I see you smiling eagerly, and the sound of the piano makes thousands of snowflakes;
I am a waiter, and I see you with sultry eyes and a figure covered with wind and moon.
The wind is blowing on the snow, and the love is obscured in the past; the world is far away, but I miss you so close.
One sentence summary:
This article is about a casual and gorgeous courtesan x a cold and quiet man, two people falling in love in a brothel. HE,1VS1