I used to think that love in the world must be like Lin Shu and Yu Yan, fiery and tragic, passionate yet beautiful.
The sun blows away the dark clouds, and the flowers bloom and fade.
The time we agreed upon arrived, and the pear blossoms failed again. We sat on the double rock cliff and vaguely watched the waves crashing against the cliff.
It's dark, and you've missed your appointment again this year.
Forget it, see you next year.
Intention: sadomasochism be