Where is the mottled brilliance now?
The shadow of the moon dances into the painting
I want to write a story about pure men and women, pure love, without magazines, clear and translucent
Just like our wishes that can never be fulfilled in reality
Just like the dreams we always pursue greedily when watching romance stories
When I actually put pen to paper
Only then did I realize that I had been contaminated by too much reality and could not convince myself to believe in pure emotions.
There is no love that is not riddled with holes
Such a belief makes me unable to fabricate a beautiful dream for others
all i can do
I just try my best to make the love between Ziyue and Li Shiying pure and natural
But it cannot allow them to avoid the painful struggle with the human world
Maybe this kind of love is more perfect, this is not my self-deception