I always think that love at first sight is the most hypocritical emotion, probably because I met her.
The first time we formed a bond, she stood particularly dazzling in the crowd. I dreamed of touching that tomorrow with my humble body. Will the wind convey it to me?
She is still so beautiful, why don't you let me be fascinated by her? I stretched out my index finger towards the figure and tapped the air. I can't catch the sun, I thought.
I still can't be cruel, but I always look down on the belated affection. Wu Yishi, you should have said you love me long ago. You can catch the seabirds, but can you catch the wind?
During those days when I was resurrected from the dead, I thought I loved her, but I didn't say it. I wanted her to love me with all her heart. I wanted her to watch me die in my prime, and I wanted her to listen to the wind for a lifetime.
All the fish in the sea are dead, and the birds with wings can no longer fly. Wu Yishi, you said you would plant roses for me.
"Actually, I can't bear to leave you either."
——To my lover who was born in the cold of winter.
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Concept: Can only death make our love sound bleak?