The autumn air is slightly cool, and I dream of the bright moon shining through the curtains. Jingwu is desolate. Magpies are circling the south branch.
Treasures are born in the dust, and golden geese are scattered in the sky. There is no support for love. The clouds on the temples are careless. It's not like your kindness.
——Wang Anguo·"Dian Lips"
He should not have appeared in her life
But fate plays tricks on people like this
She resists, he follows
She accepts and he leaves
Entangled in obsession, the lotus roots are broken.
Two people, a lifetime
Easier to say than to do
Is it really possible to stay together for a lifetime and grow old together?