One night apart, the dream lasts for years.
The huqin is tinkling, the opera is getting old, the curtain is falling, and the show is about to end.
You forgot to bring an end to our story, leaving behind a long series of omissions, recording the spring and autumn of you and me, without an ending.
So I attributed everything about you and me to the overlapping shadows in opposite directions, moving further and further away. It was too late to pick it up, and it had already gone in the opposite direction.
The so-called eternal oath is just a repeat of your old tricks on me. I am happy with it and have never doubted it. After all, it is an ending scene without an ending, which becomes the most perfect fragmentation result from a long distance.
Let the dream be frightened, and let the dream wake up. Looking back again, I will take a glance at the flower as a joke.