The night is dark, as if outlined in thick ink.
When the lanterns first come on, they look like stars in the sky.
She leaned against the bar quietly, looking casually at the bustling scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The fashionably dressed young man walked side by side with the delicate and beautiful girl through the crowded long street, and the middle-aged uncle also walked away with his charming wife on his arm.
Ten miles long street, filled with laughter and laughter.
Turning the goblet inadvertently with your wrist, the amber liquid reflected a pair of gleaming plain hands, and the brilliance flowed.
All the excitement seems to have nothing to do with her.
She turned her head sideways, and her long hair with splashes of ink perfectly covered her eyes. Her eyes were full of boundless loneliness.
In the darkness, the lips closed together silently.
Mulang.
I have been wandering around the world with you for a thousand years, but I have never seen you again.
If you insist on not seeing each other again, then it's time for me to leave.
Intention: joys and sorrows, separation and reunion, have their own ups and downs