I felt your existence, searched hard, went through thousands of tribulations, traveled over mountains and ridges, and finally burst into tears when I found you. I stare at you from a distance, the moonlight is hazy, your white clothes are better than snow, your clothes are fluttering, and she beside you is wrapped in red, especially enchanting. But now, after being burned by the fire, I was in ragged clothes and looked hideous. I lay low on the dilapidated eaves opposite and watched you lovingly gaze at her flowery smile. The pain in my heart and the thought of escaping were already making it difficult for me to support my life. I can no longer fly to your side and live a stable life with you. I heard the sound of my heart breaking, and before I could hide it, the tears in the corners of my eyes turned into pieces of snowflakes and fell on your shoulders. You gently stroked them down. And I heard the call from hell.