The sky behind the fireworks and flowing water is no longer what it is now. A person's life is just like the incompleteness of this world, and he does nothing. The world is cruel, but if you think about it, sometimes it is a kind of mercy.
One
I have been watching her since she was a child. Despite the prosperous passing years, her face is still silent and black and white, and she has calmed down through the years. Wu'er understood that his mother was waiting for someone in the pain of missing her, but a moment of flower blooming had already brought back twenty years of memories.
Two
With a single stroke of pink powder, my eyebrows are like green feathers and the bronze mirror is bright. I have no choice but to draw eyebrows with whom, just waiting for you to return? The green snail fell to the ground, and tears flowed before saying a word. The dusk wind blew away the pear snow, making it pale and heartless. But, Zixuan, why do you always stay away silently?
When looking back, tell yourself, just wait a little longer, you may not have first feelings for me, just wait until dawn, and then you will fall in love.
Three
The carriage that left the dust slowly returned to the horizon along with the thoughts that filled the sky. In his eyes, Zixuan's figure moved away inch by inch. The so-called end of the world so close was actually such an unreachable end of the world.
You just left like this, and after so many years, the feeling of longing that was so faint that it still cannot be surpassed. Only then did I realize that I missed you after all, living on one side and dying on the other. And I love you, that face.
Zixuan, if life is just like the first time we met.
Let's say goodbye and forget about each other.
But, if there is an afterlife, please don't let go of my hand.