Desert, solitary wild goose, tung tree
One Xiao, one piano, and a glass of wine
Great, everything is ready
I stood in front of the princess's wordless monument, feeling extremely light and heartbroken.
I thought that time would smooth away all the past, but I didn't expect that it would only make certain memories and longings break through the shackles more and more intensely, and finally turn into a small knife, slowly scraping my skin.
I am like a ghost, hiding in the sea of people, hiding under the black curtain. The world does not know me, and I do not know the world.
Fortunately, it's almost over.
"Princess, this glass of wine
I'm fifty years late, I've been waiting for fifty years
I'm not happy at all"
This time, I want to make grass, trees, breeze or bright moon.
"Princess, I miss you so much"
Intention: willing to give up