Winter has passed, flowers bloom in profusion, and I drink alone, sorrowing into my cup. Tears fill my face; sorrow deepens, and my drunken eyes grow hazy.
Bright moonlight, a breeze blowing, you smile as if seated before your desk.
A song that isn't really a song: no meter, no rhyme, no parallelism. I hadn't planned to post it, but this song best captures the story.
Two equally lonely people, two people in love, two people who want to be together, yet powerless to change their fate, are ultimately parted forever by life and death.
P.S. This is a tragic story. Updates will be very slow, but I will definitely finish it.
Very well written, I give it a thumbs up
Keep writing, I support you.
Good. . . . Good. . .
Work hard and come on!