The fragrance of the jade stove and the tears of red wax illuminate the autumn thoughts in the painting hall.
The eyebrows are thin, the temples are cloudy, and the night is long and the pillow is cold.
The sycamore tree and the rain in the middle of the night show the bitterness of separation and love.
Leaf by leaf, sound by sound, the air drips into the sky.
——(Tang Dynasty) Wen Tingyun
She wishes to become a red lotus and live forever in this pond. Waiting for him silently.
He would like to spend his whole life watching flowers alone in the rain, waiting silently for her arrival.
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