Sometimes he is as flamboyant as fire, sometimes as cold as water, no matter who he is, he is also him;
Sometimes he is majestic and cold, sometimes smiling and elegant. Neither of them is him.
He looked at him, with lazy and charming fox eyes, and chuckled: In this world, you are enough.
He looked back at him, with a hint of endearment on his lips, and shook his head: Without you, what is the use of this world?
The sunset is about to fade, and the world belongs to two people, sharing wine and enjoying the moonlight.