Qin Shi died in despair in December, in a coffin far colder than the entire winter. The cold moonlight flowed out and draped over his body. This shallow shimmer enveloped her, showing an unimaginable purity.
"I don't want your forgiveness."
"Only you can't let it go."
This is a future written by others,
Allow you to have me for a while.
Concept: be aesthetics