This is a weathered sequel to a weathered game.
So I wrote a ci poem titled "Confiding My Feelings" as a small preface:
Confiding My Feelings: Passing Light
I often compare human affairs to passing light,
My thoughts linger on Xiaoxiang.
Where will the moon set tonight?
Could it be that all this contemplation is in vain?
My heart bears regrets, now turned to wounds,
My tears blur the world.
The dawn breeze and fading moon sweep away the years,
Leaving only the weight of time.
Theme:
Come in and miss the time when you played games behind your parents' backs. . . .