At first we looked back at each other at the birthday banquet,
She focused on the inkstone, while he splashed ink.
Frost rarely falls in the south, but the frost that night dyed all the branches.
On a dark day, intrigues and intrigues, going round and round,
She reincarnated again, God favored her after all,
When the clouds clear and the sun appears, "The Other Side" has not yet concluded.
Concept: an essay about a sudden burst of inspiration
