Just then, a breeze swept by, and you came floating along with it. The wind lifted your pale green, flowing skirt, and you seemed like the most delicate, graceful fairy in heaven. Even the lotus flowers bent down to greet you with the utmost humility. I gazed at you in a daze, so entranced that I didn’t even notice my companion, just as spellbound as I was, spill wine all over me.
I leaned against the bed, gazing helplessly at that leaf, and couldn’t help wondering: It’s midsummer. Where could a withered leaf have come from? Or was it, like me, fated to wither in the brightest season of all?
Is living in this world nothing but enduring endless dreams, never knowing what will happen next, and unable to change it? Is death the only way to end these sorrowful dreams?
Man, I’m sorry.
No certainty in a past life, no bond in this one, no hope for the next...
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Written by Nalan support
Yanfeng, a happy and sad woman Come on big