Jiang Xu grabbed Fu Mingzhen's right hand and stamped it with the "Jiang Xu Seal". The mark with a touch of gold and ink seeped into the lines of Fu Mingzhen's skin. In this dark night and the shadows of the trees, Mingzhen belonged to Jiang Xu from the inside out.
In the bonfire, there are unclear eyes behind the red fire.
In the darkness, it was Fu Mingzhen's shadow who consciously leaned over to listen to Jiang Xu's babble.
In the corridor, the wind blows from Ming Zhen's clothes.
In the sun and rain, there is an umbrella high above.
In the Luan tree, there is the afterimage of the embrace.
In the bright sunshine in the afternoon, Mingzhen enjoys a silent version of Jiang Xu.
Behind Fu Mingzhen's back was Jiang Xu's child who was setting off fireworks all to himself.
During the endless phone calls, the dim street lights outside the window accompanied tears across my cheeks.
At night when the redbud trees have fallen, I personally erased the mark of belonging engraved on your hand.
Every day when you lose contact is a trace of me looking around for you.
Retrieving you every time I meet is a position where I don't know what to do.
Purpose: To remember myself