It was just a dream, a panic-stricken dream in the mist and rain, a bit luxurious, a bit extravagant
It is just a wisp of sky, a floating lantern on flowing water under the crescent moon, the moon in the water, and the flowers in the mirror.
That is also a trace of love, the romantic and snowy night in the empty heart, it seems intentional, it seems ruthless
That was even more painful, punishing her for seeing through the world of mortals, his pity, and his charity.