Blue Morpho

"If you died, I'd cry the Eurasian continent into the next Pacific Ocean.", Shan Xiaoliang

"Sometimes poetry and illusion mean the same thing. The only difference is that illusion makes you sad, while poetry numbs you.", Yi Die

"Time is a fast-moving train. We can't catch the last carriage, so we're stranded at the starting point, at a loss.", Shan Xiaoliang

"In the end, I couldn't become a butterfly. I'm only a caterpillar, and one that no one comforts. I hide inside a dark shell, unable to see the sunlight. When it rains, the water washes me away, and I don't know where I'll end up. I hope it will carry me somewhere warm, but more often than not, I just drift with the current into a cold, dark ditch.", Yi Die

"Living this way is the easiest and quickest way to survive, but the price is immense, and often lasts a lifetime. Indulgence drains the body, which withers and grows old as time passes. The spirit is not spared either, but is nailed to the cross of regret and subjected to biting mockery. The blood-red skirts of the first half of life are destined to mean desolation and cold neglect in the years to come.", Yi Die

Promises, like falling leaves,

spiral around, then vanish from sight.

The time when they are gone is called an instant.

The story draws to a close.

You and I drift farther apart. What can I use to write the chapters still to come?

Right and wrong both wither with time. I gaze toward the horizon,

but I can't see you appear.

Rain falls all night, soaking everything.

At last, tears blur my vision.

I owe you an apology.

Wandering through deserted streets,

struggling in a world without you,

I become a withered-leaf butterfly, a broken thread.

A few lonely stars weep in a moonless night.

I fall with them, falling into a winter buried in snow.

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