The wind is very cold, but I remember you as you once were, with your slender chin and your still heart. Looking at the water of the Yongjiang River is like looking into a distant direction.
I write down all the words I have for you here, not love poems, not gorgeous chapters, just songs of despair.
You know that in my sorrow, my soul has become silent. But I don't understand your inexplicable sadness and heavy breathing.
I like that you are silent, you are mine. The boy who looked at the dead Narcissus. It's like you disappeared.
Soft and snow-white boy, nothing can bring me closer to you. Almost in the sky, you crossed my heart and disappeared again.
Losing you, I even lose the color of dusk, is the loss of my whole life.
What you can't get is lingering in your heart; what you can't kiss is what you struggle with.
The aria in life stops here with you.
I love flowers. I love you. ZQQ has loved ZSX for ten thousand years.
("Persimmon Ruyi", given to the eternal persimmon.)