No Fruit in the World

What about a sour story about secret love? But I'm really not good at writing sadistic stories. So please forgive me if the writing is not good. ———————————— The remaining stars fell to the bottom of the dry river The fragments of dreams pricked my fingertips Yin Hong winds like a silent prophecy The mist locks every path I'm chasing your phantom in the maze That out-of-reach halo Roses climb the wall of thorns Stinging hands are still trying to pick out the fragrance Blood and flowers are stained with despair The lake in my heart has frozen my desire Every cry is buried in silence You are the moonlight that I can never touch. ———————————————— When you see the truth clearly, your heart is already dead. ——Bu Yuan It is the shackles of the world that hinder us. Dreams are beautiful, but we have to face the cruel reality in the end. ——Ning Xiao Concept: Truth is always cruel