[Xiao Qing] Lovesick Gu

Everything was just like that day when red maple leaves scattered across the sky. They sprouted, flourished, and withered. When the flowers’ season was over, they settled peacefully into the earth’s embrace, awaiting rebirth in the next season. That was how everything should have been. All he had to do was turn around, and he would have seen him. But proud as he was, he simply refused to look back. The grass didn’t know when it had withered, and the broken willow branches had forgotten their words. Red peony tears fell, as they waited for you to return. And so the tragedy was inevitable. Theme: