The pen is full of flowers, the light marks are dark, the calligraphy is plain ink, the makeup is on the paper, the eyes are filled with tears, the smile is cold and lingering, the light drink is lightly drunk, comforting the vicissitudes of life, rocking the boat, boating on the lake, a cloud of smoke, fishing alone in the cold river, and the snow, layers of ripples The ripples gradually disperse, the weak pen still fills in the broken sentences and chapters for you, the broken armor still fights for you to dominate the world, the rusty halberd, in the bloody wind, collapses the fairy tale of who is the most powerful.
I will use my love for you to write a fairy tale for a lifetime.