Fate;
Heartbeat, come back.
A jug of wine, two glasses;
A slight smile, a faint glow.
The three living stones gather together, and the four seasons become more separated;
The spring flies away and the years pass by. I smile and watch the wild geese flying from the north to the south.
Meeting each other drunk seems like yesterday, and the fireflies in my dream are the leading edge.
Conception:
I really like this short story! ! Light but warm