Good and evil in one thought.
Where does a thought stop?
In the end, there is no way to escape the duality of love and hate.
Dressed in red, you came from the dust and entered my dream.
From far to near, he could see clearly that there was a young man in blue leaning on his shoulder.
The red is as gorgeous as the enchanting, but soft and settled in the blue, showing a bit of lingering meaning.
Who are you?
I? Just a passerby.
The young man who had closed his eyes and said nothing chuckled, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and he was indescribably lazy.
It's interesting. Since you are a passer-by, why don't you hurry on your way? Could it be that you passed by here specially to meet me?
I was speechless for a moment, speechless. It was obviously you who broke into my dream first, and it turned out to be my fault when you talked about it.
Your eyes were wide-eyed, and you touched his chin with the tip of your nose, letting him tease you in a very intimate way.
That's all. I stepped aside.
The young man took out a jade cup from his sleeve and threw it into my arms. It was exquisite and light, and smelled like wine.
Passers-by, this cup of clear wine is given to you to relieve your boredom, and it can also be regarded as a testimony of our meeting.
You raised the corner of your mouth slightly, tilted your head and asked, "How are you?". By the time his lips and teeth were half-opened, and I was panicking, I was already drifting away.
I was the only one left standing by the roadside, looking up.
Just smells like wine.