Whenever the phoenix blooms, he always sees him in a trance, playing the piano amidst the flaming red fall. Plain clothes, silver hair, golden eyes, as if the bright, cold moon had fallen into the nine heavens.
Whenever the lantern first came on, he could always remember that he stared at him quietly under the lamp for a long, long time, with his deep eyes seeming to contain hidden affection. Then, he whispered: Go back... Be careful...
For the rest of his life, he could not forget his.
However, this feeling has become a memory, and looking back, I feel confused.
Conception: