His profile was cold and handsome, reflected in my memory against the light. His life was so long, filled with the melancholy and desolation he gave me. I still remember the man who promised me a long life under the rich fragrance in the endless crimson purple of lavender. Every inch of her body was kissed by warm happiness, and she gradually became addicted to the stability and happiness he gave her. She faced the long days of torture with a heavy sense of abundance in love.
The breeze is raining, the time is deep, and memories cannot complete the story.