She is a soul from another world, whether meeting him is a trick of fate or a lovesickness that is engraved in flesh and blood.
He is unruly. Everyone in the world is drunk, but I am the only one awake. Can the odd numbers on the chessboard still make the person holding the piece feel calm?
He is leisurely and indifferent, carrying no trace of worldliness in his life. Without turning around, that heart is missing.
Some love is vigorous and vigorous, vowing to end it for three lifetimes, while some love needs a steady flow of water. Even when the knife cuts off the water, the water will still flow by itself. After all, the love reaches the depths and is just gone.