The white horse whined and hooted slowly, accompanied by the low sobs of the damaged wooden bridge. The spring water hesitantly moved forward, hitting the hearts of the twisted stones on both sides of the bank. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the figures of swallows unable to bear their migration south linger in the embrace of the sky. The dark clouds are filling the air, as if we are giving up tears, and the pain is in this helpless parting; the fallen leaves are flying, as if we are expressing love, and the moment we look at each other, we look through the clear water of the pool; the gentle breeze is caressing, and we are intoxicated, gently lifting the sleeves, and presenting the last neon dance to you. He always accompanies the emperor, looking across the horizon without smiling. You have understood my intention, and this trip is not in vain...
Intention: A smile that captivates the city but only for you~