The stars tell: "Nine lives of love will lead to ten lives of calamity."
I didn't believe it.
However, when I stood on the edge of the hill with my head covered with silver hair and stared at the place where your soul was scattered, I realized that the heaven and earth had not molded my heart with the intention of molding me in the first place. I couldn't help but hold my forehead and smile, and two lines of clear tears fell quietly.
I waved my left hand, and my cold sleeves carried the wind to the west.
For a moment -
The morning sun rises slowly...