My name is Tang poetry, and I love Song poetry.
My name is Song Ci, and I love Tang poetry.
We were together for one year and separated for six years.
Seeing each other again is still as exciting as six years ago.
You said you liked Tang poetry, so I wrote quatrains full of love for you, spanning the hazy years, and gave them to you.
You said you liked Song lyrics, so I carefully filled in the lyrics for you, and sang to you through wind and rain mountains and rivers.
The final sound of the poem is uneven, the rhyme rises and falls, and who can imagine the final ending?
Depression, considerate attack × neurosis, tenderness
HE,1V1
Intention: Work hard to have more choices for yourself