Passing through the curtains, she walked through the shallow time.
Like delicate flowers shining on the water, weak willows supporting the wind.
All kinds of charm are condensed in a frown and a smile, reflected in the lotus steps.
Like a camellia flower blooming among the green mountains, it will stay in his heart forever.
Passing through the huge waves, he walked through the blood-filled room.
Like a rock, like a pine tree.
Courage and determination are etched on his face like a knife.
It was a kind of general demeanor that stayed in her heart.
This is a painting that is closer to Silan in my mind. I will change it if I find a more suitable one.