Winter has gone, and I am full of beauty, drinking alone in a cup and feeling sad. My face is full of tears, my sorrow is even more bitter, my eyes are drunk and hazy.
The moonlight is bright and the breeze is blowing, and you are smiling in front of the case.
A word that is not a word has no rhythm, no rhyme, and no contrast. I didn't want to upload it originally, but this poem best expresses this article.
Two equally lonely people, two people in love, two people who want to be together, but they can't help themselves, and in the end the yin and yang are separated forever.
Ps: This is a sad article, the update will be very slow but I will definitely finish it.