Wedge (1)
The cold moon hangs high in the sky, and the snow falls all over.
A round of blazing fire spread its fangs and claws like a ghost, and the Sulou building in the capital was burning. The flames filled the sky, and there were only two people left in the Sulou building, looking at each other in silence.
The actor is dressed in gorgeous costumes, and his opera voice is meandering, mournful and desolate. He stands like a graceful tree, moves like the wind blowing fallen leaves, and lifts the breeze like flowing water with his wide sleeves, singing a tragedy.
A person in the court sat attentively and quietly, with a mist hidden in his eyes. It seemed like falling flowers were flowing between his eyebrows. The spring scenery was shining, but it could not cover up the rain and mist, covering all the spring scenery born for him. Is it love or hate?
Whether it is letting go or entangled, whether it is a dream or an illusion, true or false, it no longer matters.
All love and hate are not important anymore, this fire will burn everything.
Intention: Look at the sky at dawn, look at the clouds at dusk, think of you when I walk, think of you when I sit down