On the day of my death, a slow east wind suddenly blew up from the Wuyou Valley, mixed with the coolness of the melting snow on the mountain peaks, and gently blew my hair on the temples.
At this time, I was lying on a couch in the courtyard, my consciousness gradually dimming.
I slowly realized that I was going to sleep forever. I had been afraid of this day for a long time and had been waiting for it for a long time. But now I felt relieved when I actually faced it.
Over the years, I often think of Mu Yu and the days when he secretly took me to see pear blossoms.
I thought maybe I could wait until he got back.
Unfortunately, day after day, year after year, I have been trapped in this small courtyard for too long, and gradually began to forget his appearance, and also forgot who I had been waiting here for all these years.
The moment I pulled away from consciousness, I suddenly seemed to see a young man in green clothes jumping up the wall with a sword and wine in the drizzle, smiling and waving to me.
Who calls me little star?
Whose little star am I?
Intention: Can you allow me to be young again?
