One by one, crystal raindrops dripped down his hair and onto his cheeks. He didn't care about it and just chuckled,
With his obsidian pupils, he continued to look at me
Those eyes are so beautiful, they seem to hold the whole winter that belongs to me.
My thoughts are hard to collect, and eventually they follow the dead leaves all over the sky,
Floated and nowhere to be found
I really like a Yue opera——
I will always remember hello sir
I will often miss Nanshanyou
I will miss the purple bamboo flute and the moon like a hook
The light of the stream rocks and the house looks like a boat
I will miss that night, even though it is short, it is better than a lifetime
green mountains in green water
Let you and I only remember fate and not hold grudges.
——"Butterfly Dream"
Now that I think about it, we are just destined to have no connection.
As time goes by, I can't tell whether it's love or obsession.
Intention: Record of my love for my husband