Love, like fog, plays in Feng's heart, producing all kinds of beautiful changes. "Collection of Flying Birds"
A siege is like love. People outside the city want to rush in, and people inside the city want to escape. "Besieged City"
The purple fragrance is lingering under the purple flowers, like mist but not mist, lingering in my city.
Purple flower——
It can make people's eyes brighten, or it can also make people's eyes confused.
Half of it is bright, half of it is sad.
The Holy Spirit of dreams and reality condenses the crystals of joy and sorrow,
In the Purple Garden, it is destined to be a feast.
Intention: The colorful butterfly flying above the purple flower. In the near future, I will be like you. After spending countless dark nights, I will emerge from the cocoon and become a butterfly. Then, I will pursue the most beautiful purple flower in my life and dedicate it to the person I love most.