A charming face, a charming person, all they want is a charming thing. I thought it was a gentle smile under the cold moonlight, or a slim and picturesque figure in the extinct winter, walking gently, coming gently, leaving only a touch of love, a touch of sweetness, and a touch of fragrance in this world. A fiery red wedding dress and a sedan chair filled with dragons and phoenixes, destined to an inescapable fate.
The moon is full and missing, and it is missing and full again. Several reincarnations. The flowers bloom and then fade, and then bloom again. Several times of glory. And why do we miss each other again and again? Is it a pity, a pity, or a missed opportunity? Since we are not destined to be together, why is it a pity to be separated?