The long-lost diary writes forgotten memories
The handwriting of Han Li traces the elegance of the previous dynasty
Just think of me as a foreshadowing for meeting you
Copy Song style signature
But I miss you in the splash-ink landscape painting
But you were gradually hidden from the depths of ink
——He Jing
The blue and white strokes outlined by the plain embryo become thicker and lighter.
The peony depicted on the bottle is just like my first makeup
The scent of sandalwood comes through the window and I understand my thoughts
You are the blank space that I can never paint in my splash-ink painting
——Hejia
After leaving tomorrow, we will not come back.
Close your eyes! Let those intimate nights
and strange places woven into our hearts:
Our lives are like the wilderness outside the window,
Hidden are the forgotten past and the vague future.
——Yunge
Pale fingers play the night funeral song
Mourning my lost innocence
Everything can be bought and sold
There is only one reason, and that name is desire
For different reasons, everyone lies under a mask
The cry of the soul... Is wonderful
——Mountain Ghost Ballad