Said a little sadly:
Every time you pass by me unconsciously, the heart-piercing heartache begins to grow unbridled.
Don't you even remember? I am sitting here at the second reunion flower shop on the edge of the West Lake. I wait for you to buy bunches of flowers from the other shore, and uncover the scars of sweetness and pain again and again... I send you away again and again, and then wait for your next arrival...
Once, twice, three times... But there is no trace of you remembering the past, not even a trace of sadness or a smile. Don't you remember? Yes, I don't. Otherwise, how could you bear to let me cry alone after you left. I smile and watch you take the flower from the other side. The bright red filaments slide from my slender fingers to you. I watch them happily floating in your hand. When the wind blows, I mutter that sentence...
"There will be no regrets even if all the flowers are scattered. Keep the charm in your heart. You will have no regrets for thousands of years."
Remember? ! On the last day, I was still sitting by the West Jade Spring, with the cool moonlight shining so skillfully on my feet. You gently leaned into my ear and said...
Just because of this sentence, I have spent hundreds of years of demonic power without regrets. Even if the fire burns my body and pierces my heart, I dare not forget the tears that burned into my skin when I left...
[NOTE: Change the name! "A Book of Tears for Luo" is a bit long, and it's hard to even search for it myself. ]