Who thinks of the west wind, alone in the autumn chill? Withering yellow leaves shut the sparse window. Lost in thought over the past, I stand in the slanting sun.
Drunk, I do not disturb her deep spring sleep. A wager over books ends in the fragrance of tea spilled in laughter. Back then, I thought it was all ordinary.
If fate binds two people, then despite the passing years and the distance of a thousand mountains and rivers, they will one day meet again amid the vast sea of humanity. But a reunion is not necessarily something everyone welcomes. By then, fate has become a curse.
Intended theme:
A touch of sadness. The heroine seems to have never really loved her from beginning to end.
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