Every step you take here feels like you are stepping on the tip of a knife. The road in front of me cannot be seen clearly. I dare not walk on the road under my feet. Every step is hard, but every step is a success.
He asked: "Would you like to stay in this mortal world?"
She tightened her feather cloak, her bright eyes covered with frost: "Are you forgiving me? Or are you begging me?"
On a spring trip, for whom, I missed the pear blossoms blooming again? At the winter banquet, for whom, the golden hairpin was buried in the snow by mistake.
Perhaps, they all have their own plans.
Intention: love