That night, her wedding dress fluttered like a blooming red lotus, dancing under the clear moonlight, and the lake reflected her beautiful figure. It was a dream or an illusion, he couldn't tell the difference anymore.
I once thought that we could hold each other's hands and grow old together. I thought about it until the end, and finally understood: The moon in the water cannot be sought.
Mistakes, missteps, calamities, everything he wants will be destroyed by him one by one. The long night is long, and he wants to drink up this long loneliness alone.
Conception: