"Fifty strings of a brocade harp without any reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years."
I have seen the light, but returned to the darkness again. I tried my best to protect the person, but I always brought harm to him.
I am willing to exchange my safety for my night's safety
"The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain."
I don't blame you. You're so nice. Just forget me. It's not worth it.
Intention: continue to hang
