Dark Melody

The mood is a touch of pale sky light, drowsy, and slightly tipsy after drinking. Looking back many years later, I still see the time when I was young and lonely. The early morning sunshine gave me a beautiful dress, and the light wings of roses fluttered on the backs of each other. I couldn't see how long the road ahead was. The golden leaves are haggard, and the branches are condensed with transparent tears of moonlight, always thin and fragile. There are gaps in the clearly identifiable patterns of sporadic stories. He accidentally broke into one dream after another, and then crushed it, and bright red blood gushed out from his fingers. The hollow years of watching in dreams are crumbling. How much time has passed, who still sticks here? There are only stones behind the moss, watching the passing water on my body. Life keeps jumping, even if love stops. Destiny is irreversible, even the prophet admits this, the growth history of an elf boy who was mocked by fate. An unpredictable future, a sad and bumpy life, an earth-shattering love affair...