"Drunk is the ruin of beautiful women, and time makes people grow old."
The most unbearable thing in this world is time, and the most unbearable thing is waiting. The young man was intoxicated in poetry and songs, and his beauty wasted away in the river of red. A curtain of dreams, before I wake up from it, withers into a faint past. A curtain of thoughts, before they are told to you, are dried into shallow lines of poetry. In that autumn, the lovesickness faded away with the crescent moon, and your pockets grew wider, but it never made you tempted; in that autumn, your thoughts drifted away with a yellow flower, and the lovesickness turned into an illness, but it never made you look back. In this world, how much can we wait for, and how much is worth waiting for.
If possible, I would like to spend ten years, not wishing for a lifetime love, wishing never to meet each other.
If possible, I would like to erase all the past, not forgetting, but seeking stability for the rest of my life.
If possible, I would like to smile for the rest of my life, not seeking salvation, and hope to wake up early from my spring dream.
"I just wanted to love someone well and be loved by someone. Why did I find out in the end that I was actually a joke..."
Concept: Drunkness is the ruin of beautiful women, and time makes people grow old.