He is the corner of the capital, with his orchid fingers and twitching eyebrows and eyes like a painting. A song on the stage that day made anyone linger in their dreams. Good times and beautiful scenery cannot be seen in the sky. Who can see this heaven and earth without you and me?
This is my first time writing about this kind of subject, so please bear with me. Please forgive me for my shortcomings in writing. Please point out any mistakes.