Qin Shang:
The beginning of chaos, the birth of it, I don't know what it is, I don't know why it is immortal
I don't know when or who I got my name from.
I don't know from which period of time I started to cling to "love", gain, obsession, and loss, only to realize that there is no worry or fear in leaving love.
She couldn't pick up or let go of the entanglement and infatuation she had with him, but she still had to tear her love for each other out of their flesh and blood;
The rose between him and himself, from blood to soul, has long been deeply rooted, but he doesn't know that love is not about time, but just right;
She was obsessed with him, flowing from her bones and blood to her soul, and she never woke up for tens of thousands of light years. What she was obsessed with was just "love";
And she, she, she
he, he, he
you and me
Love is a very wonderful thing, more precious than jade and more precious than agate. Pearls and gems cannot buy it, and gold cannot buy it, because it is not sold in the market, nor is it sold by merchants.
- Oscar Wilde, "The Nightingale and the Rose"
Each story can be independent or continuous (it depends on my mood)
There are ancient, modern, ultra-modern, and derivatives, a hodgepodge.
Intention: Love comes from love, hate also comes from love