She loosens her silk robe and boards her little boat alone. Who has sent a letter from the clouds? As the wild geese return in formation, the moon fills the western tower.
A longing shared, a sorrow borne apart. There is no way to dispel this feeling. It leaves my brow, only to rise again in my heart.
The male and female leads are named after this poem. This is a sweet little story, with no nonsense and no heartbreak. I'm a new author, so I hope everyone will be understanding and patient with any issues. Sob.
Theme: Simple beauty
