His slender white fingers held the eyebrow pencil and gently brushed it on the peak of my eyebrows. He looked at me lovingly, his starry eyes twinkling, and there was a clear smile in his twinkling pupils. . . . . .
His slender figure stood before my eyes, and his broad back blocked the strong wind coming from in front of me; he quickly took off the scarf around his neck and hung it gently around my neck, and a burst of warmth and fragrance immediately rushed to my head. . . . . .
He waved the Moon Shadow Silver Knife nimbly, and the moonlight slanted down on his long and tall body, which made him look particularly beautiful. The wide white sleeves and floor-length black hair were dancing with the ethereal music outside the window. I was deeply attracted by this beautiful figure in front of me, but I found that his painted eyes were always filled with a touch of sadness, and there seemed to be a ray of depression hanging on his tight thin lips. . . . . .
His elegant fingers jumped on the black and white keys, and the sweet notes poured out, lingering in my ears. I couldn't see his eye, which was covered by the hair on his forehead, but I could feel his gaze on his tall nose. Why did I feel that he was feeling inexplicably sad? Is he telling me something with his musical notes?
I walked slowly on the deserted street, and the thoughts in my heart were like flying snowflakes, complicated and chaotic; was he the person in the previous life, or the person in this life? Where do I belong? I asked myself, should I feel sorry for his affection or enjoy his tenderness? And where should I return now?