I am a jade pen that has been cultivated for thousands of years. I can write all the flowers in the world with my bare hands, but I still can't write my own love words.
You are the most famous poet and talent in the Republic of China. That day, you were covered in moonlight and gently knocked on my door. From then on, this fateful bond has never stopped.
In the end, the prosperity is gone, and I am just a jade pen in your hand! The world has changed, but I have never left your side.
Many years later, I still remember your gentle hug and your murmuring lips. However, how many tomorrows will it take before we can meet each other?
Conception: