Wang Zui, who was good at handwriting, looked at the little girl who was standing in front of the window next door and smiled at him. At the age of thirteen, he understood for the first time the taste of love in his mother's mouth. It felt like he was reaching out to catch an illusory moon. He was the silly monkey falling from the tree to catch the moon, and his own moon was in front of him. He could never catch it, so he could only hold up the water of the lake where the moon disappeared into to wake himself up. Wang Zui turned around and closed the window at home. That night he wrote countless words neatly under the small lamp in front of the table. The young man's words were strong and powerful, and his writing seemed to have the character of a master of pen and ink. But the three words that cannot be separated from the tip of the pen are only "Li Sleepy" and "Li Sleepy don't like me."
Concept: Love that you can't get is still love, so people who should miss it must also miss it.
