"Ten years is my calamity." The woman opposite smiled, took a sip of tea, and raised her head.
Even if the years ebb and flow like the tide, they wash away the imprint of time. But no matter how long those days passed, the moment they touched it, the bright sunshine would flood in from a corner of my heart, as clear as the first sight.
Loneliness is the tiles beside you that are as cold as water when you sit alone on the eaves on a cold moonlit night; it is the empty shop in your eyes when you listen to the hoarse chirping of cicadas in the forest in front of the door under the scorching sun; it is the fire coals that crackle under your hands while sitting behind the half-opened shop door when the world is covered in silver; it is the jar of strong wine in your hand that is drowned in tears when you are tortured by the blank memory in your mind until your mind is broken...
The ten years waiting for you are like walking barefoot on the tip of a knife, with blood and tears blending together.
In those ten years when I lost you, there was no way back and no end in sight.
I alone counted the petals of crabapples on the tree in front of the steps,
But I waited until the overwhelming rain of flowers looked like blood.
Do we really want to end like this? Use the blood-stained sword tip to tear apart the past that took everything I had to make it complete...
Hoho~~Finally got some music! ! I'm clumsy and still can't play automatically~ Let's just make do with it~ I'll get it done as soon as possible! !
Liu Liyang "One sentence hurts"