The dream of gold and iron horses, the fallen tung flowers and the incense.
The bright lights of the lamp market melted into soft silence along with the smile, covering his jade-like face deeply and shallowly, the rhythm that suddenly stopped in her heart, and the tears that were unknown in the dead of night. It seemed as if there was wind blowing up his moon-white clothes, like water waves that blurred the annual rings of time. All the noise and bustle around him seemed to live in an endless black hole. There was only a dreamlike sea of lights, only the breeze under the glistening moonlight, and only the name that was secretly written on his heart back then, breaking out of the ground in the footsteps of the years.
It turns out that I still love you.