A full moon hung in the dark night, and a carat of tears fell instantly, recording the beauty and pain of this world. The soft moonlight caressed her body. It turns out that my heart is filled with loneliness, and even the gentle moonlight cannot comfort this lonely figure.
The wind from the high platform blew coldly, and she was like a banished immortal who was about to ascend to heaven. Her thin back fell into his abyss-like purple eyes, and her faint voice came to his ears: "If you feel happy, that's enough, that's enough." His heart seemed to be tightened, and he turned around with a faint pain. Only the wind is left whispering this sad story.
The gears of their fate have been turning since the day they wanted to meet. Who is the fault of whom, I am afraid that I will only know when he loses her in the end. . . . . .