After the college entrance examination, we sat in front of the window and blew in the wind. I took the milk she had just handed over, and she drank wine and told me her story. Later, she went to the south to attend college, and we had less and less contact. We met again at a class reunion. I sat down again, she still had wine in her hand, and I still drank milk, listening to her stories. After that, I could only ask for news from her. I didn't know whether these things were true or just made up for me to play with. After all, I was always like a child in her heart. Without the wine, the moon and the night wind, she would hide her dark side in front of me. I think this is just her fantasy.
Intention: Love surrounds those who do not lack love