The morning stars are few and far between on the top of the east terrace, the rays of the sunrise are extinguishing among the sea of clouds, and the shadow of the waning moon in the west sets off the clear face that is wet with clear tears. I wiped away the tears that Chengjing had just shed with my thumb. Although the parting shengxiao had not really been blown yet, Chengjing and I fell into a long silence. How to digest the sour and bitter fruit of this dewy love, we don't know...
Intention: If I hadn't met you, maybe I wouldn't be so sad in front of a rain