Moonlight

He said it was a twisted magnolia, blooming on the snow-swept Tianshan Mountains.

He said it was an elegant magnolia, blooming atop a peak no one ever visited.

He said it was also a pitiful rose, immersed in a pool of blood day after day.

He said it was a mad rose, covered in thorns yet longing for someone to touch it.

Then he said that he himself was the moonlight, sometimes warm and sometimes cold, shining in the night.

He said, "We've met before."

He said, "I don't know you."

He said, "You've forgotten me."

He said, "Yes."

He said, "You shouldn't have forgotten me."

He said, "Why not?"

He said, "For love."

He said, "What's love?"

He said, "..."

He said, "Then why say it's for love?"

He said, "Because of love."

He said, "You're seriously crazy!"

He said, "I know. Falling in love with you was my mistake."

He said, "What is love, anyway!"

He said, "Ask your own heart."